CunninLynguists - Little People lyrics

[Verse One: Natti] Autographs you walk, appeal lost to the ma** A high horse you own that thrown a jacka** When you got cash last, the faces were small If rap was basketball you just be basically tall High Times rhymes, like you chief of the land But can't stand amongst fans, smoke L's or dap hands Some travel long spans without plans for room and board Slept in they Accord for a show with no reward So you can live in a crib you can't afford You ain't the sh** man, the rent man is stoppin' at your floor Ain't fly as the get out, flier stuck to your door Thought you was once king but your reign was pour/poor Now you...washed up, when it rains it pours And the fans in your stands gear is tighter than yours It's a crying shame, the music game can play ya When you a B-minor but you think you major n***a [Hook] "All the little people" "Keep it all in perspective" - Xzibit 'Paparazzi' [Verse Two: Freestyle] It's like David Vs. Goliath, let 'em try it It don't take a honeymooner to know that you'se a regular riot And I don't buy it like the sales that you claim that you have You don't deny it, never fails, yet it's makin' me laugh Your autographs worth less than the paper you sign It's like you think you need a shrine representing your shine So here come the eclipse, lips flappin' off at the jaw Slappin' the sh** out your a** with your long arm of my law Homie don't play that, go 'head and portray that Display that and my peoples have to go slay that The ladder of success doesn't rise, take a seat I be snatchin' that red carpet right from under your feet And that's a long way down, hope you have a nice trip I see you next fall, knowin' that you're 'bout to just slip Now get a grip before you skip and end up breakin' a heel And if you rise to the top again Don't forget about all of us little people [Hook] [Verse Three: Deacon The Villain] You was merely the bonus rapper at your lunch table A Curious George spillin' monk fables Pray for him I think child got amnesia Either that or past life he must have been Caesar Yes I Should've addressed him as "most high" All that attitude about your altitude and we're both fly There's nothin' worse than an a**hole with no cash flow They end up being exactly what you are A hater Your album barely got one star, with favors And you mad nobody treat you like a savor Follow me To the reason that your girl swallows me That ??, the landscape autumn leaves They spend all of their days seekin' praise They wonder why nobody shows up when they reach the stage Cause she never breached a page Just been on a mission for fools Missin' why they do not listen to you You must be too big for 'em [Hook]