Decatur Psalm

I call the crib, they say "Breeze you ain't know?"

I say "What?" "Big Time got popped in his Benzo!"

I said "Damn man, I'm riding in his Lexus"

I'm 'bout to dump this nigga's shit in New Dimensions

Get to the crib so I can call Big Slate up

And tell them the money man has slipped and got his throat cut

And everything that we took from the warehouse

I heard somebody talkin' about it at the White House

Man I thought you said that this job was for me and you

I ain't know that Bill Clampett wanted some too

You tell his folks that I'm sorry 'bout that Lexus

I'm 'bout to dip and see my sister up in, nah!

Can't even tell you where I put my extra playa card

'Cause them Red Dog police know we homeboys

Just tell everybody who owe us a dime

It's the great hoe round up yo' money time

I got to have mine, then I'm outta here

Take a loss, come back up just like Coco Grier

Ain't got to worry bout yo' partner gettin' caught like a lame

It won't be over 'til that big girl from Decatur sang"

It won't be over till that big girl from Decatur sang

East Pointe police don't know a damn thang

Yeah, it won't be over, check this out

Can you see what I be hearin'

Talkin' to spirits when I sleep

Peep this out real quick, slick

We gets on this beat and speak

About that pimp shit, that walk with that limp shit

That hemp shit

Lookin' up in your face

I see a coward and a dim wit

Lookin' to run up in my private home

Just like you was the folks

Servin' a warrant to a baby daddy

Who do they come to quote?

On a Tuesday, April Fool's Day

Don't get caught slippin'

Leavin' the keys off in the ignition

Makin' me guilty by suspicion

Penny Pincher's tryin' to stack for ninety-six

Buyin' another Fleetwood, Diamond took it

So know we's in the mix

I need to take my ass to the crib and drop the baby off

'Cause them niggas at the corner store

Been lookin' at me for too long

There've been like accidents on highways

High days are better than sober ones

Don't be biased, but I know it has to come

So I put two in the sky to let them know I'm babysittin'

Y'all don't know nothin' about Big Boi

'Cause that nigga steady dippin'

It ain't over, why that, why that

Till the bitch open her mouth up and sang, yeah

Took me a long time to get here

Long time man

I'm talkin' about years and years

Riding past funeral fields holdin' bodies of my peers

If you don't educate yourself

Now how the fuck you gonna understand

How you 'posed to get paid?

Niggas walk around, get with shade tree ass ways

Fuck a fade, let my hair drag

Back and forth like a see-saw

Jumpin' Lily, to lilypad dad

Lookin' to get my goodie feel

I'm broke in like some old men

Who'd stop them or would stop

I'm droppin' lines for the big plot

Sixteen is when I started to dream

It's ninety-six I'm in your face

Can you hear that bitch screaming?

It won't be over till that big girl from Decatur sang