You think you are bad and rough
For you being Mr. Big Stuff is not enough
You going around acting tough
But you are surrounded by a Gangs that call your bluff
Your ever living moment is characterized on stake
You think you are King Pin
You need to think again
You are not a Leader, but a follower
Gangs don’t even look up to you nor have respect
They think pursue
You don’t even lead to follow through
There’s no promise
You don’t know how to be honest
You are not even modest
Gangs are to steal no matter who they are
You don’t have what it takes to go far
You walk around like you are a Czar
Your own Mother you ignore
Yet she adores
You nothing more than a punk
Low Scale
Lack understanding
No destination with an arrival
Acting a hero marvel
Self-Centered
No pity within any city
Your image all fake
No give or take
Mr. Big Stuff, a little man
No demand
One day, you will be non-existent
Mr. Big Stuff no more
You get no encore
That is for sure