Mike Boyd - Small World / Fly like a Butterfly lyrics

rate me

I’m from a small town, got a small house on top of a small hill

But a good thing about a small home is I only pay small bills

No, I don’t want to ball out, never dealt wrong deals ‘cause it’s all real

No rum burgundy, y’all never heard of me, yep, yep, I’m kind of a small deal

I’m driving a small car and it ain’t that stylish

I say fuck you ‘cause I got great gas mileage

You keep on driving that big truck tryna make up for that small dick

I keep on driving this small car but all this dick don’t fit

I got that little money, little wallet, little pocket

I’m on that little label, little business, little office

Yep, I got a little doggy, yep, I got a little son

Yep, I get a little buzz, get a little sloppy, get a little drunk

I’m insecure about myself, I got a small ego

I have a small crew, I hang with small people

Rappers in for my Gary Colemans and Danny DeVitos

Crush you and tumbles when I go…I do it small

I’m living little, I make a little living

And I love it so don’t think nothing of it, I ain’t living lavish

Now all that money you see, I don’t have it

When it comes to going small, yeah, I’m the baddest

Keep it small

I hang with small people

I dream big, I live poor

In this sick world tryna find something to live for

But I’m 6, 0, I fit in, but I don’t fit in your king size

I’m big boned and piss poor and I’m tryna live on the opposite side

You’re so paid, so paid, your home safe and I’m from Mars

You’re so frail and I punch hard

So you better break some of that lunch off, I’m starving

Starving, I started and stayed at the bottom

And I’m not impressed with your stardom

You’re a target and I’m cocking the shotgun

The marksman, the sniper, fuck you and your cypher

I wanna see lighters light up then lightning strikes

When I’m rhyming, I won’t lie, it’s sirens and fights and then silence

Obey the giant, I’m Andre with his tits out in spandex with an afro on his fat head

Looking for someone to slam next on the canvas

Then stand on his flat chest

Out cold, fuck three, count four, count more

The crowd roars and I’m out, I’m out

Fly like a butterfly, sting like a warrior

Fly like a butterfly, sting like a warrior

Fly like a butterfly, sting like a warrior

Fly like a butterfly, all the way for you

Yeah, I came here to give you the business

So sit back and listen and open your ears

I got ammunition for all of you, bitches

A boy with the mouth and a beard, god

What? My shit is the illest?

You play it in your ride, you call it car sickness

A car has been lifted, I’m sick of these turds and the garbage they spitting

I’m killing it, bro, like I’m harvesting chickens

Come to a show, I won’t charge you admission

Just so you witness this hurt that you missing

I keep it hip hop as long as my hurt sticking

Thinking when did rappers become models and divas

This whole world is falling apart like Medea

We starting from scratch, some old school leaders

You might as well join us, you know you can’t beat us

We ride

Fly like a butterfly, sting like a warrior

Fly like a butterfly, sting like a warrior

Fly like a butterfly, sting like a warrior

Fly like a butterfly, all the way for you

No time for you people, blood sucking mosquitos

You draining me dry without using a needle

I reach for the sky and I soar like an eagle

Like I’m a superhero battling evil