BIG

Lyrics

[Intro: Mark Battles] Sonus Uh-huh Alright [Chorus: Mark Battles] I'm careful who I sit with You don't need a beauty shop to get your wig split Damn near thirty, gotta miss me with the kid shit Big dick, big hits, bitch, I'm big lit (Uh) My niggas calculate the work like a Fitbit If your mama still work, you ain't did shit We was really going broke just to live rich [Verse 1: Mark Battles] It was me, twelve, young wanting bread, bread Uh, we 'bout a decade strong (Strong) Started from the bottom now the check's way long (Long) I'm here for a night then the next day gone Consistent with the mission while the rest stay home Wrong if you niggas thinkin' I'ma screw it up (Huh?) They ain't know the Vasi gang until I threw it up (Yeah) True enough, now the paper lookin' blue as fuck (Yeah, yeah) You can feed me any beat and I'ma chew it up Lock lips, I ain't into the gossip I get this bitch jumpin' like a mosh pit (Uh) On my Harry Pot' shit 'cause we got sticks Put you in a box quick like Rod' Ricch Don't compare a fly bitch to a side dish (No) Sick of all the fake shit, come and try this You need some real nigga dick, come and ride this On some real nigga shit, I'ma glide this [Chorus: Mark Battles] I'm careful who I sit with (With) You don't need a beauty shop to get your wig split (Uh) Damn near thirty, gotta miss me with the kid shit Big dick, big hits, bitch, I'm big lit (Yeah) My niggas calculate the work like a Fitbit If your mama still work, you ain't did shit (No) We was really going broke just to live rich (Huh?) We was really going broke just to live rich [Verse 2: K.A.A.N.] Been about this shit since I was knee-high, nigga It's in my motherfucking genes, not no Levi's, nigga Independent 'til I die, I need the strings, my nigga I'm cooking up like I'm the RZA, where the C.R.E.A.M, my nigga? What do you know about that D-Run fight? That trailer park livin', roaches scatter under the lights? Vienna sausage sandwiches don't sit in my stomach right It'd take an Alex Haley novel to disseminate my plight, this is life (Life) What do you know? Niggas came up from the gutter, for real I've been turning my pain into paper, nigga, ain't that ill? Like King Jaffe Joffer, the way that I feel The nigga you left in the field is at the top of the hill, it went well On point with my shit, all my lyrics, they impale Niggas talkin' 'bout smoke, don't you know that we inhale? I keep it all to myself, I don't fuck with the intel They try to count a nigga out, but I made it off of my will (Ayy) [Chorus: Mark Battles] I'm careful who I sit with (With) You don't need a beauty shop to get your wig split (Uh) Damn near thirty, gotta miss me with the kid shit Big dick, big hits, bitch, I'm big lit (Yeah) My niggas calculate the work like a Fitbit If your mama still work, you ain't did shit (No) We was really going broke just to live rich (Huh?) We was really going broke just to live rich [Verse 3: Chevy Woods] Street nigga, gotta watch who I talk to Bought a Rollie and a ring on a walkthrough Nowadays I can't chill, I just stop through Rap nigga, I was ill with the pot too Huh, I ain't never sit at the fake table We can tell by the stitching that it's fake label Used to pull up with the syrup, this is not maple Coach K, they be shootin' like Jeff Capel '85 SS with the tints on I'm gettin' too much money for a diss song Bubblegoose on the stoop with the longjohn Your main bitch a cheerleader with the pom poms Look, I'm just sayin', what my wrist saying? Shoot my shot, I'm like Melo with the headband California King, got your bitch layin' And I don't have short thoughts, I got big plans [Chorus: Mark Battles] I'm careful who I sit with (With) You don't need a beauty shop to get your wig split (Uh) Damn near thirty, gotta miss me with the kid shit Big dick, big hits, bitch, I'm big lit (Yeah) My niggas calculate the work like a Fitbit If your mama still work, you ain't did shit (No) We was really going broke just to live rich (Huh?) We was really going broke just to live rich, bitch [Outro: Mark Battles] (Yeah) (Uh-huh) (Yeah)