Lyric Big Things
[Verse 1]
Get yours nigga
Cuz Imma get mine
In due time
Everybody gotta shine
Get yours, I spray nines
I say this one time
The last time, I swear to ya ll
I m from where
The dope fiends is at
And killas crawl
And snitches call police
All these niggas and street
Corners everybody s like
Smokin marijuana and
Snuffin niggas in faces & startin drama and
Shootin niggas in cold blood, just kill em, so what
With the fo pound go nuts
Betta slow up
Before you get your ass on up
Nigga never gonna grow up
Drinkin the Henney
But her know he gonna throw up
Tryin to make crack sales
What it look like? The future for a black male
Don t want to make my momma cry
On a front page for a homicide
Fly whips, all I wanted to drive
Where chicks get blunted & ride
Do 105 in the fast lane
And a fast pace chasin the papas
Spendin chips on big chains
And the dimes that give brains
That was a 80 s and 90 s thing
Now I m into big things
[1st Chorus]
I ain t fuck with you
Now I m into big things
Gotta get my life together man
Cuz now I m into big things
Nah, I ain t gonna rhyme wit you
Cuz now I m into big things
You know I can t do that shit no more
Now I m into big things
Nah, I can t fuck with you
I m into big things
Nah, I ain t gonna stand on the corner
I m into big things
Now the talk is small talk
I m into big things
I m into big things
The big things
The big things
[Verse 2]
When I started this
All I wanted was cars and cribs
Like other rap artists but
Do I know where I m goin to?
Can I forget when I came from?
I be showin you
Another style Imma flow for you
Can I make somethin wild
I can throw for you, flow for you
Make it bi-coastal
Take it to heights
That some of ya ll can t come close to?
Some of ya ll
Want to talk like hoes
Worse than bitches
And when ya ll niggas see me blow
Bet it hurt like stitches
No competition
I stop and twist em
Hit em like a mafia proposition
I m glad ya ll stopped and listen
Thinkin back to when I had not pot to piss in
Look up at a nigga nod
Rocks are glistenin
Can t stop my mission
Make anotha LP drop
I m hittin
With the new shit exclusive
No time to get caught up in a crime
I ain t have shit to do with
Used to chase the hoes
Now I chase the dough
Is ya ll bitches gonna help me get paper?
No!
[1st Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I go past ya ll
Ya ll got the glass jar
And when I hit it, admit it
Ya ll on ya ll ass ya ll
We on the same team
You don t wanna pass the ball
Chuck and gun up the dough
You want to score
But you really don t want to ball
I put you on
It was me that introduced you to wealth
Crossin me
Is like shootin yourself
Wanna blow so fast now do it yourself
You ain t shit now
You was so ill, why you never came out
Where ya clique now
Where you sit now
In the back seat
Mad cuz I flip styles
And I pack heat
Make you run laps
Like a pro athlete
An I done that
From my experiences
I appear relentless
Take more time
Just to hear my sentence
Imma tell you what s real
An what could stop you from makin a mil
You could prevent this
When niggas don t see eye to eye to you
Lie to you
Wanna get high wit you
Want to eat food off of your labor
And take food off your table
Cuz they don t see your vision
Don t understand your mission
Is to make history
While you here
How long you plan on livin
Not for forever
At least to 140
Pray for me
I m tryin to eat
Like the niggas who bought
Motown on Berry Gordy
Good God
[2nd Chorus]
Nigga I m tired of games
I m into big things
Gotta get my life together man
Cuz now I m into big things
Now the talk is small talk
Cuz now I m into big things
I m into big things
The big things
The big things
Man we already did that
Now I m into big things
No time to get sidetracked
Now I m into big things
Get money now besides that
Some more big things
I m into big things
The big things
The big things
Get yours nigga
Cuz Imma get mine
In due time
Everybody gotta shine
Get yours, I spray nines
I say this one time
The last time, I swear to ya ll
I m from where
The dope fiends is at
And killas crawl
And snitches call police
All these niggas and street
Corners everybody s like
Smokin marijuana and
Snuffin niggas in faces & startin drama and
Shootin niggas in cold blood, just kill em, so what
With the fo pound go nuts
Betta slow up
Before you get your ass on up
Nigga never gonna grow up
Drinkin the Henney
But her know he gonna throw up
Tryin to make crack sales
What it look like? The future for a black male
Don t want to make my momma cry
On a front page for a homicide
Fly whips, all I wanted to drive
Where chicks get blunted & ride
Do 105 in the fast lane
And a fast pace chasin the papas
Spendin chips on big chains
And the dimes that give brains
That was a 80 s and 90 s thing
Now I m into big things
[1st Chorus]
I ain t fuck with you
Now I m into big things
Gotta get my life together man
Cuz now I m into big things
Nah, I ain t gonna rhyme wit you
Cuz now I m into big things
You know I can t do that shit no more
Now I m into big things
Nah, I can t fuck with you
I m into big things
Nah, I ain t gonna stand on the corner
I m into big things
Now the talk is small talk
I m into big things
I m into big things
The big things
The big things
[Verse 2]
When I started this
All I wanted was cars and cribs
Like other rap artists but
Do I know where I m goin to?
Can I forget when I came from?
I be showin you
Another style Imma flow for you
Can I make somethin wild
I can throw for you, flow for you
Make it bi-coastal
Take it to heights
That some of ya ll can t come close to?
Some of ya ll
Want to talk like hoes
Worse than bitches
And when ya ll niggas see me blow
Bet it hurt like stitches
No competition
I stop and twist em
Hit em like a mafia proposition
I m glad ya ll stopped and listen
Thinkin back to when I had not pot to piss in
Look up at a nigga nod
Rocks are glistenin
Can t stop my mission
Make anotha LP drop
I m hittin
With the new shit exclusive
No time to get caught up in a crime
I ain t have shit to do with
Used to chase the hoes
Now I chase the dough
Is ya ll bitches gonna help me get paper?
No!
[1st Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I go past ya ll
Ya ll got the glass jar
And when I hit it, admit it
Ya ll on ya ll ass ya ll
We on the same team
You don t wanna pass the ball
Chuck and gun up the dough
You want to score
But you really don t want to ball
I put you on
It was me that introduced you to wealth
Crossin me
Is like shootin yourself
Wanna blow so fast now do it yourself
You ain t shit now
You was so ill, why you never came out
Where ya clique now
Where you sit now
In the back seat
Mad cuz I flip styles
And I pack heat
Make you run laps
Like a pro athlete
An I done that
From my experiences
I appear relentless
Take more time
Just to hear my sentence
Imma tell you what s real
An what could stop you from makin a mil
You could prevent this
When niggas don t see eye to eye to you
Lie to you
Wanna get high wit you
Want to eat food off of your labor
And take food off your table
Cuz they don t see your vision
Don t understand your mission
Is to make history
While you here
How long you plan on livin
Not for forever
At least to 140
Pray for me
I m tryin to eat
Like the niggas who bought
Motown on Berry Gordy
Good God
[2nd Chorus]
Nigga I m tired of games
I m into big things
Gotta get my life together man
Cuz now I m into big things
Now the talk is small talk
Cuz now I m into big things
I m into big things
The big things
The big things
Man we already did that
Now I m into big things
No time to get sidetracked
Now I m into big things
Get money now besides that
Some more big things
I m into big things
The big things
The big things
