[Verse: Rylo Rodriguez & BIG30]
My day one had got shot, we all was beefin', goin' back in the deal
If you know that's yo' lil' bro, go make it right, you still ain't went to see him
Money on yo' brain, yo' dawg got a bond and you ain't went to free him
'Lotta you fuck n***as only gon' keep it real when you got some' to give
[?] hurt me, I help her make this hit
Thought the church would embrace this shit, these n***as hate this shit
You took the stand in the court room, stay solid, get the case dismissed
You a snitch and a sucka' n***a, he ain't even take his lick
Rather break in homes, Ty get the front, I get the back in there
Now I'm doin' shows, you sit in the front, I get the backend now
N***as makin' posts all on the 'Gram, they really askin' for it
How you see a opp', ain't send a shot, you gave the basket up
How you n***as 'posed to look at me, I'm a solid cat
How the hell I'm 'posed to look at you, yo' big dawg a rat
Females lyin', actin' like we that, I ain't even call her back
Amanda Bynes, bitches think they fine, you ain't even all that
That's dough, if you call that chicken, lil' bro, to me, that's just a drumstick
Got no degree but I got two-hundred bands right under my armpit
They hit the light, they heart might drop, got a tour bus full of convicts
Run a opp', he was tryna put a grown man in a prom fit
Where yo' patience at
When it was yo' time, I let you shine, I ain't get in the way of it
[?] make you do that, you really chasin' it
If she tellin' you 'bout abortion with a baby, you really hate the bitch
I know you ain't hit her raw, you still gotta pay the shit
My auntie keep on tellin' me to go buy 18-wheelers
She know how I'm livin', I'll prolly be 'round eighteen hitters
I'ma plan the cars I pick up, really hate these dealings
I can't blame the streets forever, they helped me make these millions
You don't know how to get a load off (You don't know how)
Make a switch, it go off (Blurred, blrrd)
I'm just tryna talk to him, but I really know he throwed off (Throwed off)
My grandaddy used to play golf, my cousin 'nem at Sul Ross (Sul Ross)
Ay, ay, Big Blrrd
I'ma start this shit off like that, let the world know you cap
Like how the fuck you sleep, knowin' you ain't done shit but made a rap
They get in the field or die, but you was always cross the map
I really shot my gun bout Nooski, hopped in that car with no doubt
I got shit to lose too, I got family to move too
That shit was some selfish shit, but that's why I'm me and you, you
You ain't Nooski-Livin' if you'n do the shit Nooski do
And this shit for the fans, I'm better at what I used to do
I can [?] like you, in these streets, that boy ain't nothin'
'Fore I ever signed that deal, you know I was movin' like Trump
I had power and respect before I ever had some money
And before I was fifteen, n***a, I had my own army
Fuck you talkin' 'bout n***a, I ain't none of that shit
Anything I'm apart of, I'm runnin' that shit
In the field catchin' headtaps, you run from that shit
Blood in my eyes, you wake up with cucumbers on yo' shit, n***a
But that's just some I caught up out the air like Randy Moss
Stand over shit, we put holes in the ground, we playin' golf
Call my lil' n***a "No-Face," he never take his mask off
And the opps say they know my car, you can follow this Cat if you want
N***as be strapped in the club 'cause these n***as be scared
Just to pump fake, n***a, ain't tryna send none' to the meds
Me and my n***as gon' risk it all, where a n***a play, he dead
220 on the Cat, I'm scared
Wide-body plus the eye red
I start this shit, n***a
I thought this shit, n***a
Drink in the four-liquor, had my hoe sparkin' this dead n***a
I'm the one that's shootin' first, do no arguin' with bitch n***as
And I'm the biggest opp', everybody hate me like Big Chris, n***a (They hate me)