BigXthaPlug - Take Care Lyrics
Take Care
Why
Tell me why has our love turned cold? ('Cause our love turned cold)
Tell me why
Tell me why has love turned cold?
(Tony Coles) what did I do wro-
Ayy
All this shit off the muscle
That struggle was tough than the bitch like a knuckle
Got to that bag, needed chips like a Ruffle
It doubled, now I can take care of my mother
Just got me a house, watch the price of another
This chain cost a brain, gotta die if you want it
Came up off of violence, don't mean I condone it
I'm chillin' but I keep the Glock if you want it, ayy
Hey, shorty, just checkin' up on you, I see you out there shinin'
I'm so proud of you and all that you've accomplished
I just want you to be safe, stay strong, keep your head up
I love you, take care (ayy)
State to state, tryna get to this paper, each city, I find a new hater
Just walked out the truth, that shit brought out the fakest
Went ghost so I know pussy nigga gon' hate us
Can't go by the ho if I ain't armed and dangerous
Got lasers on all of these blocks and they nameless
I fell out with partners, they see all this greatness
They gone and I can't see the looks on they faces
Pray to the Lord every day for these cases
Still racin', can't stand near these nigga in places
They might think it's sweet and start thinkin' 'bout takin'
It's cool 'cause I'm known to throw bullets like Akin
I used to sell dope to the fiends, had 'em shakin'
But I switched it up when shit started to get shaky
Thought them nigga were solid, turned out they were fakin'
And hatin', and really just wantin' my placement
I really came up from the bottom, the basement
Went from takin' to givin', that's crazy
Turnt up for my son, now I got a new baby
Might cop a Mercedes to give my ol' lady
Not grabbin' no mic if them nigga ain't paid me
True hustle, my people knew that when they made me
A six-hundred steppa, gon' step if they make me
They pussy and I already know they won't make it, ayy
All this shit off the muscle
That struggle was tough than the bitch like a knuckle
Got to that bag, needed chips like a Ruffle
It doubled, now I can take care of my mother
Just got me a house, watch the price of another
This chain cost a brain, gotta die if you want it
Came up off of violence, don't mean I condone it
I'm chillin' but I keep the Glock if you want it, ayy
I know that you sit back and watch what's goin' on
It look real special to you
But you gotta understand, when it get better, it get worse
You lookin' at all of the things that come with this
This whole lifestyle but you ain't lookin' at the side effects of success
One thing about the success, when it hit
Man, everybody got their hand out
Everybody lookin' for you, everybody entitled, man
You get more problems than you ever can imagine
Because everybody lookin' at you as you the get-out
Yeah, you the get-outta-jail-free card, you the I'm-get-out-the-ghetto one
Like, so you got a lotta-, I'm talkin' there's so much pressure comin' your way
And you can't even celebrate your success because now everybody changin' up on you
Writer: Tony Coles Anderson, Wallace Peeples, Willie Hutch, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP
Lost The Love
(Ayo, Sheff)
I wonder why it always seems to rain
When I have lost the love
I have lost the love
I have lost the love
Ayy
I done lost all the love I've had for these nigga
Be real, I been thinkin' 'bout spazzin' on nigga
These bitches be weird, always naggin' a nigga
But quick to come ask for some cash from a nigga
Sometimes I be wishin' a nigga ain't make it
'Cause this shit get rough but the bag a little different
Sometimes I just want to wake up and go missin'
But this shit hit different, not average, nigga
Eighty-some shows in a year, I been gettin' in that cell
Had a vision, got out on a mission
Since I was sixteen ain't gon' lie, I been Crippin' and hittin'
Go ask, BigX standin' on business
Got him a bag, doubled up and start givin'
That's when they start trippin', I hope that you listen
These nigga is grimy, they want how you livin'
No lovin' these women, they lookin' for tricks
Like where was these folks in that spot with that kitchen?
Or where was these folks when my pockets was empty?
Where was these folks the long nights I was dealin'?
How you gon' want what I got and ain't did it?
My family gon' call when they broke and I get it
As soon as you tell them no once, you the villain
Not once have they checked on my son and I'm chillin'
Depressed I can't be with my boy every minute
I fell out with my brother, that shit hurt my spirit
But we all gotta learn, hope he change and start listenin'
Hope he keep his pole on him, they spinnin'
The life that he livin', I know that he sinnin'
I got two little girls on the way, I been trippin'
So scarred from the love that I dub all these women
So God gave me two, now I'm seein' it vivid
I get it, a thousand more reasons for livin'
Know that I want to check out and just give it up
How I got all of these problems? I'm rich as f*ck
Hoes don't want love, all these hoes want a tummy tuck
These nigga ain't gangster, just mad that they broke as f*ck
Ease the pain when I drink out that double cup
Only time that I'm hurt when I sober up
Smile in your face, but I swear that's a cover-up
Rappin' my pain, this the shit that y'all wanted, huh?
Like where was these folks in that spot with that kitchen?
Or where was these folks when my pockets was empty?
Where was these folks the long nights I was dealin'?
How you gon' want what I got and ain't did it?
Writer: Clarence Reid, Ethan Hayes, James Leonard Price, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP
Change Me
(Band)
They tried to frame me
For the pictures I paint
Oh, to cry and sing
But I, I won't let 'em, I won't let 'em change me
I'll remain
Forever (forever), forever remain
Ayy (Let the band play)
They ain't think I would do it, but I did it
Really havin' this shit, really winnin'
Was times that I thought I'd forever be sinnin'
And spinnin', whatever to stand on the business
But God bless the gang, did it all for the city
All the shots they let off, but ain't hit me
All the shots we let off, they ain't mention was hittin'
Go ask why he's findin' them limpin'
Never change, I'm the same as just in me
The only thing change is the paper, my vision
Can't forget 'bout the diamonds and chains on my pendant
Was starvin', but now we eat steak for a livin'
If we ever fell out, you was fake or a bitch
Niggas quick to switch sides, don't be standin' on shit
But yet, I'm the biggest, ain't change on my clique
Rep the 6, disrespect and get put in that ditch
I came up off of rap and know prices for bricks
Million dollar convos, out to eat with my stick
Then got bowls in condos, lettin' loads go for six
Brand new block with my lil' bro, shit came with a switch
And a list, how you niggas gon' die for that shit?
Let 'em make it for months, heard my Prada lil' bitch
When they ride, make his whole family cry for that shit
I'm the same, I ain't lettin' shit slide
And I meant every word that I said, I put this on the 6
I'm the same nigga thuggin' from the cells to the bricks
Better ask about X, matter fact, come and see how this rap shit, it help (ayy)
It mean nothin' to me
I, I won't let 'em, I won't let 'em change me
I'll remain
Forever (forever), forever remain
Forever
They say, "X went and changed," probably 'cause I got rich
I ain't hurtin' my kids, they ain't wantin' for shit
They say, "X went and changed," probably came from a bitch
Tried to hit, now I'm up and they all on my dick
They say, "X went and changed," probably came from a nigga I f*cked with
But couldn't stand on ten with the gang
How come all of these folks get to say that X changed?
I'm the same and I'm standin' on ten by my name, ayy
I, I won't let 'em, I won't let 'em change me
I'll remain
Forever (forever), forever remain
Forever
Writer: Charles Nelson Forsberg, Jake Troth, Krishon Gaines, Tony Coles Anderson, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP
Leave Me Alone
(Band)
(Let the Bandplay) ayy
Ayy, BigX, man, I need me a feature
Ayy, BigX, can you get on this song?
Ayy, BigX-, man, shut the f*ck up
I just want all you people to leave me alone
Ayy, BigX, man, I need me a feature
Ayy, BigX, can you get on this song?
Ayy, BigX-, nah, I ain't even got it
Where was you when I did all this shit on my own?
Lately, baby mama been trippin'
After all of the shit she been gettin'
Made a baby, she still in her feelings
Went through my phone and seen all of these women
Not knowin' that I could care 'less 'bout these bitches
Opps talkin', why these niggas mention the Biggest?
Watchin' me when they could be gettin' richer
Probably mad 'cause they can't meet the 6ixers
Huh, I done lost all the love that I had
Think 'bout lil' bro and I start gettin' mad
How the f*ck did you say you knew what type of nigga
I was when all I did was give you a chance?
Huh, I'm the one bought you all of them shirts
I'm the one who bought you all them pants
I'm the one who took you off the streets
And gave you a place to come lay your head
Ayy, BigX, man, I need me a feature
Ayy, BigX, can you get on this song?
Ayy, BigX-, man, shut the f*ck up
I just want all you people to leave me alone
Ayy, BigX, man, I need me a feature
Ayy, BigX, can you get on this song?
Ayy, BigX-, nah, I ain't even got it
Where was you when I did all this shit on my own?
They say the more money, more problems, that's facts
Everybody gon' speak even if the shit cap
Where was all of these folks with opinions and shit
'Bout my livin' this shit when I used to sell crack?
You see, nobody care when you doin' down bad
I came up from the mud and made half the world mad
Now they all want some clout and a piece of the bag
It's too bad, know them folks left me out on my ass
I know you remember you left me out sad
Shit, I know you remember X broke with that fad
I bet you remember me turnin' up bad
Now I'm lit, nigga dissin', I'm payin' a tab
Three years, I got rich off of rappin' my past
Now I'm rappin' 'bout pain and my hurt
Don't think I'm a pussy, get put on a shirt
In a hearse just like six feet deep in that dirt
Ayy, BigX, man, I need me a feature
Ayy, BigX, can you get on this song?
Ayy, BigX-, man, shut the f*ck up
I just want all you people to leave me alone
Ayy, BigX, man, I need me a feature
Ayy, BigX, can you get on this song?
Ayy, BigX-, nah, I ain't even got it
Where was you when I did all this shit on my own?
Writer: Krishon Gaines, Vladislav Zabornikov, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP
Therapy Session
(Band)
(Tony Coles)
So how've you been, BigX?
Ayy
See, I been doin' well, not great, but good
Can't complain, I got more than I should
Been a while since I thugged in the hood
I'm just hopin' my folks understand
I done hit every state, I'm just tryna get to it
Anyways, guess they likin' my music
I just did a show called Bonnaroo
Had like eighty-some thousand folks jammin' and groovin'
So how are your kids? I can't even lie
When I be away from 'em, I cry
'Cause I love 'em the most
I would hate for 'em ever to say
That they daddy wasn't right on they side
But for real, my lil' nigga be fly
He been dressin' himself, well, he try
And my daughter so pretty, look just like her daddy
And shit, I be tellin' her niggas gon' die
And your family? My people been straight
Tryna put food on all of they plates
Shit, I been goin' harder, I guess now they seein' this shit
'Cause before, they thought I just switched lanes
Until I start buyin' ice and keepin' on lights
Now they see that this shit is way bigger than likes, no more judgement
Shit, I know that that's right, okay, what 'bout your team?
This shit bigger than life, it's a movie damn near every night
We been poppin' these bottles to represent life
'Cause, shit, we was just broke, I mean ain't have a dollar to split
We kicked doors 'til we finally got right
So you still smokin' squares? Ain't gon' lie, I been stressin'
Tryna give everybody a blessing
You don't know how it feel
To have everything everyone want, swear this shit can get hectic
But I swear I been tryin' to quit
Make one more half a mil' and I swear that that's it
I done spent 7K on cologne, that's expensive as f*ck
So I guess I can give up the stick
So life's good? No, I ain't sayin' that
But I'd never give none of this back
Yeah, I lost a whole lot on the way
But if I'm bein' honest, I'm good right here where I'm at
Alright, think this was a good session
Gave us a lot to think about
Uh, same time next week?
Writer: David Bradley Wilson, Krishon Gaines, Tony Coles Anderson, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP
Planting Seeds
(Hey, let this shit ride, Tone)
(Band)
Ayy, see, I went through it all
I'm the one to plant seeds for these niggas
It ain't too many like me, I come from the bottom
But I done succeeded a little
Did this shit on my own
So can't nobody say that I ever just needed a nigga
When you get to the top, swear you still feel alone
Everybody can't eat off the menu
Life gon' life, all you do is continue
See, these niggas don't know what I been through
Fought every fight that I could
Just to show niggas I'm standin' on ten
Go and ask, every city I step, boy, I'm good
Niggas be cap, claimin' they from the hood
Bet you see what they 'bout, they gon' say he no good
I was just in the spot with a Drac' with the 'Wood
Now we all at the games, they got drank on the wood
It's a hell of a life, plus the pape' lookin' good
Man, I stay with my pipe, let's get this understood
You niggas can't f*ck with a picture of me if you wanted
This somethin' y'all bump through the hood
Ain't think I would make it, I jumped in, went straight to the top
You stayed down, just know we eatin' good
New piece every month, the jeweler know me fluent
My money was low, I turnt up and grew it
These niggas is hoes, they mama really blew it
Be tough on the 'net, well, bitch nigga, do it
I come from the block, we don't do all that clutchin' and shit
If I up it, cock it, then I shoot it
6-double-0, yeah, that's me, that's the movement
Can't f*ck with a ho and these niggas is groupies
Niggas know when it come to this shit that I'm ready for war
If you thinkin' shit sweet then you stupid (ayy)
See, I went through it all
I'm the one to plant seeds for these niggas
It ain't too many like me, I come from the bottom
But I done succeeded a little
Did this shit on my own
So can't nobody say that I ever just needed a nigga
When you get to the top, swear you still feel alone
Everybody can't eat off the menu
Life gon' life, all you do is continuev (ayy)
See, I went through it all
I'm the one to plant seeds for these niggas
It ain't too many like me, I come from the bottom
But I done succeeded a little
Did this shit on my own
So can't nobody say that I ever just needed a nigga
When you get to the top, swear you still feel alone
Everybody can't eat off the menu
Life gon' life, all you do is continue
Writer: Charles Nelson Forsberg, Krishon Gaines, Tony Coles Anderson, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP
Words From WALLO267
When you're goin' after your dreams
And you're tryin' to be successful in life
You gon' miss out on a lot of things, man
You gon' miss out, time with your kids, your loved ones
The people that's close to you
But you gotta make them sacrifices in order to
To get where you wanna get at in life
I'm talkin' 'bout it's a lot of things you gon' have to do
It's a lot of things you gon' have to let go
But at the end of the day, nothin' is goin' to supersede you
Gettin' to a better place
So you can look out for them people that you gon' miss some beautiful moments with
You gotta get there and by any means necessary
You gotta go out there every day and go hustle, and go grind, and stay
You gotta stay up on it
And it's gon' be difficult
It's gon' be difficult, it's gon' be a lot of times
You gon' have, doubtin' yourself
You gon' ask yourself if I'm doin' the right thing
You gon' know you doin' the right thing 'cause you gon' keep goin' at it
So you can get in a better place for you and the people you love
Writer: Tony Coles Anderson, Wallace Peeples
Copyright: Lyrics © NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP
Law & Order
(Tony Coles)
Ayy
Twenty-five and I'm having my way, the same nigga in all fifty states
No, I never save, but can make a ho great,
Get some pape' if she come do whatever I say
50K on my watch, 30K on my face, 60K on your head, if you play then you lay
Who you know up the score and put on for his state?
You can hate, just don't play with my folks and you great
See, I really been glidin' on shit like a skate
Biggest stepper, when I step on shit, bet it shake
Oh, he harder than me? I don't do the debates
I got cake, I can never get tucked on my plate
Yeah, I got me some munyun, but not for a date
Once I f*ck, then I'm done-yun, bitch, get out my face
F*ck the law 'cause my lawyer bet I beat the case
If I can't, call my ese, get moved out of state, hey
If I put in the order, they lay down the law
I just took 50K to a vault
If my bitch want some titties and ass then it's bought
Just know that I step way more then I walk
If I run into trouble, I got my woo-wop
What's-his-name got a case just behind the woo-wop
Nigga play on my name and I'm sendin' woo-wop
If I put in that order, they lay down the law
If I put in the order, they lay down the law
I just took 50K to a vault
If my bitch want some titties and ass then it's bought
Just know that I step way more then I walk
If I run into trouble, I got my woo-wop
What's-his-name got a case just behind the woo-wop
Nigga play on my name and I'm sendin' woo-wop
If I put in that order, they lay down the law
Ayy, first off, f*ck the fake, feel the real
If you tell, then you need to be killed
Been a lil' minute since I touched the field
I'm the first nigga called if it come to a drill
Ain't no cap, goin' next, they gon' say he for real
Been outside while y'all boys had y'all toys in the crib
I done bought so much water, this shit startin' to spill
I work smarter, not harder, that shit get you killed
First, you cut the price, gotta make sure it's thin
Put you on in the head, cut the lights and then spin
Wait like thirty seconds, then go spin again
If it's war, I just gave the instructions to win
No goons in Fort Worth, say the word, they gon' bend
But just know if it's personal, I'm sendin' twin
We don't do controversial, bitch, get in that blend
If he clutchin', then f*ck him and all of his friends, ayy
If I put in the order, they lay down the law
I just took 50K to a vault
If my bitch want some titties and ass then it's bought
Just know that I step way more then I walk
If I run into trouble, I got my woo-wop
What's-his-name got a case just behind the woo-wop
Nigga play on my name and I'm sendin' woo-wop
If I put in that order, they lay down the law, ayy
Writer: Charles Nelson Forsberg, Tony Coles Anderson, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP
Back On My BS
(Tony Coles)
See, I'm back on my
Yeah
See, I'm back on my bullshit
Ayy, see, I'm back on my bullshit
Came a long way from school, bitch
We them niggas been bangin' and walkin' with full clips
Pockets filled with them blue strips
Only hang with the solid, can't f*ck with no loose lips
If he rat, cut him loose quick
If a f*ck-nigga try, bet his ass make the news quick
Hit his ass with these blue tips
But these niggas won't shoot shit
'Cause these peons ain't steppin' how my niggas steppin'
Walk 'em down, bet that teach 'em a lesson
I been kickin' shit cool and got paper like Messi
Bitch, I'm Zion, your old nigga Reggie
She say that she love how my big ass be dressin'
How that Audemars go with that necklace
My features a dub and my shows is a blessin'
I got paper, ain't doin' no stressin'
The one who put all this together
They gave me somethin' good and I made that shit better
Turnt up the notch, my watch changed up the weather
I'm bigger and better, shit bigger than ever
Thought they was runnin', shit, I had to catch 'em
He try with some funny shit, shooter gon' stretch him
I ran up some money and never got selfish
I'm solid, I put my whole team on to blessings
Writer: James Economides, Tony Anderson, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP
2AM
As I get closer to the skyways
All I hear
And then I hear my baby's voice in my ear (Aimonmyneck made it)
Screamin' out
Ayy
2 AM And I'm live
I just left out the club with the gang
And a high yellow bitch that's real thick in the thighs
You know me, I be shootin' my shot
When I got the lil' bitch, I wasn't even surprised
In the club looked her deep in the eyes
Said "You comin' with me, if you with it, let's ride"
Got a text, "When you comin' inside?"
Off the liquor, didn't know what to say so I lied
I text back like, "I'm late at the stu"
"Tryna cook somethin' new, it's just me and the guys"
She text "Hmm," I ain't even reply
Then I rolled up a 'Wood while I gripped on her thighs
Start to kiss on her neck, know this bitch feelin' high
Ain't gon' lie, shit, her pussy and head kinda fye
Ended at a hotel somewhere off 35
F*ck her good and rolled over, said, "Wake me in five"
Gotta piss, I wake up, man, it's 6:39
Outta time, now I'm on the highway and I'm flyin'
Look at my phones, not a soul on my line
Now I'm deep in my thoughts, I'm just knowin' she cryin'
I'm trippin', I'm tryna straight out all the lies
'Cause I know if I slip, it's gon' damage our ties
I done did it before, I can't do all this cryin'
It's 2 AM, I'm just gettin' in, about to check my message
No one has called but my homies and some bill collectors
Cellular rings, somebody wants to borrow money
I two-way her, she don't hit me back, somethin' is funny (ayy)
She gon' ask where I was, I'ma answer, "What time?"
"Where was you around three?" I think I was outside
"But you told me the stu," we got there at like five, but it's seven
Shit, Deion had asked for a ride
Now I got it together, I pull up outside
It's three cars in this lot and one of 'em ain't mine
Now I'm clutchin', I unlock the door, creep inside
I heard thumpin' upstairs, so I cocked the bitch quiet
Hit the top of the stairs, think I heard my girl cryin'
Now I'm thinkin', should I kick the door
And kill everything in it except for what's mine?
I don't know but now I'm at the door
And she screamin', "Go deeper," he tell her be quiet
I walk in, tell the bitch that she wild
Tell the nigga he moved and it's 'bout to go down
Tell them both to shut up and don't even make a sound
She said, "But-", I said, "Shut the f*ck up and lay down"
"Next person move, I'ma let off a round"
Now I'm pacin', I'm tryin' to see how I'm gettin' down
If I kill 'em both then that make me a clown
Mama told me don't trust 'em but look at me now
One in the chamber, two faced on the ground
Got me like, should I leave and just burn this bitch down?
I wake up, it's a dream, I'm outside of my house
It's 2 AM, I'm just gettin' in, about to check my message
No one has called but my homies and some bill collectors
Cellular rings, somebody wants to borrow money
I two-way her, she don't hit me back, somethin' is funny
Writer: DeShaun Williams, Robert Kelly, Vladislav Zabornikov, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP
Story of X
(Let the Bandplay)
See, this 'bout the life of a nigga that came from the mud
But he turnt up and figured it out
Was just sellin' dope to them folks tryna keep me afloat
Had a room, tryna get me a house
This street shit got ugly, I ain't have no money
But I was determined to get the f*ck out
I was weighin' dime bags with the safe in the couch
We came up, now it's quarters, three ones, and an ounce
But I had good dope, the pure dope make 'em bounce
Where you get this shit from? Somewhere deep in the south
Big nigga sag with the slugs in his mouth
He don't even much talk, he get in and get out
One thing I can say, it was never a drought
Now I got the best dope, I done figured it out
This shit gettin' good, hope you hearin' me out
This the story of X before all of this rap, ayy
One thing for sure about life (hey, let this shit ride, Tone)
There's two type of people
Those that's born in and those that's sworn in
Ayy
See, I'm makin' money and now the pandemic done hit
Tried to scam, but I couldn't even hit
Tried to do unemployment, but that wasn't shit
So I'm still sellin' rocks in this bitch
At the store, yeah, we really outside with the shit
It was hot, but I stayed with that Glock on my hip
Thirty-round, no, we don't do no regular clip
Nigga trippin', I'm lettin' it rip
At the crib, shit, I'm chillin', been writin'
Tryna rap 'bout the shit that's excitin'
This shit soundin' good, my BM say she like it
Alright, well, let's see if this turns on a light
Now I'm at the stu' like the trap every night
Just recordin' this shit 'til it finally got right
I dropped "Mr. Trouble," "Big Stepper" was nice
Then I dropped that "Safehouse," had the city on fire
Now I got it rollin' and shit like a tire
Everything that I drop do six million or higher
Money look good, I done switched my attire
A jet when I'm flyin', go ask, I ain't lyin'
Fifty a show, just got booked in Hawaii
Just did XXL with Dlow and Big Maiya
The man in my state, made a mil' from a dime
Right on time and I ain't even started my prime, ayy
See, this 'bout the life of a nigga that came from the mud
But he turnt up and figured it out
Was just sellin' dope to them folks tryna keep me afloat
Had a room, tryna get me a house
This street shit got ugly, I ain't have no money
But I was determined to get the f*ck out
I was weighin' dime bags with the safe in the couch
We came up, now it's quarters, three ones, and an ounce
One thing about them people that's born in
It's nothin' you can to do stop they wins
It keep comin' and comin' and comin'
No matter the hate, no matter the dislike
No matter what you gotta say
No matter the campaigns you try to put against 'em
You can't stop they wins, they just keep winnin'
It's just natural, baby
It's a natural thing, man, 'cause
You know, it's a birth thing
It's just somethin' that's genetic
'Cause when you born into this thing
When you born to be special
When you born to win
It's nothin' that nobody can do to stop you
It's just, you know, they just gotta sit back and watch the wins
'Cause you special
Writer: Krishon Gaines, Tony Coles Anderson, Wallace Peeples, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP
The Largest
(Tony Coles)
Ayy (let the Band play)
Safe to say I'm the biggest, the largest
Been steppin' on shit since my momma stayed in them apartments, regardless
My daddy told me keep the heat even when I'm in foreigns, I'm heartless
'Cause these niggas is hatin' on me just because I'm the biggest, the largest
The biggest, the largest
Thirty K on my wrist just for hard times
These niggas just mad 'cause they bitch in my archives
Jordan came back, throw the 45
If you play, then you lay right there by yo' own kind
Pour up a four in a 'Loco
Tell 'em run this bitch back like Soso
Got rap shit here in a chokehold
Did a show out in Austin, shoutout to Bobo
Moved out the trenches, now look how we live
Told my BM to furnish the crib
Walk out the mall with some shoes for the kids
Deposit a check, shit, my bank full of Ms
Paid up my rent, now I'm up for the year
The view look crazy from here
What I paid for some dogs, could've bought me veneers
Texas piece on my neck, could've bought your career
Safe to say I'm the biggest, the largest
Been steppin' on shit since my momma stayed in them apartments, regardless
My daddy told me keep the heat even when I'm in foreigns, I'm heartless
'Cause these niggas is hatin' on me just because I'm the biggest, the largest
The biggest, the largest (ayy)
Stuffin' Cali' plug weed in the blunt
Let my lil' brother roll him a Dutch
My lil' boy get whatever he want
Madam T don't be askin' for much
Pourin' lean on the nuggets of Runtz
Spill the rest of that drank in a punch
Left wrist on some "I had to stunt"
Right wrist, I just did it because
600 the label, you know how we comin'
Tell them niggas they ain't takin' nothin'
Standin' on business, we shootin' or punchin'
Hatin'-ass nigga, go get you some money
I just got off a tour, finna go on another one
Album done finna drop me another one
Couple of Ms, finna run up another one
Super Bowl rings, shit, I had to go double 'em
Safe to say I'm the biggest, the largest
Been steppin' on shit since my momma stayed in them apartments, regardless
My daddy told me keep the heat even when I'm in foreigns, I'm heartless
'Cause these niggas is hatin' on me just because I'm the biggest, the largest
The biggest, the largest
Ayy
Writer: LeRoy Jordan, Tony Anderson, Ro'darrion Harrison, Howard Scott, Harold Brown, Xavier Landum, Thomas Allen, Charles Miller, Lee Levitin, Morris Dickerson, Krishon Gaines
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Mmhmm
(Ayo, BandPlay)
Ayy
(Let the BandPlay)
I just went bought a watch with a whole lot of diamonds to show all these niggas it's my time
Took a trip out to Cali to hang with the Crips, make a play, and get high off that zaza
I say RIP Kobe, a nigga so fly, when I ball, I'll f*ck around, skydive
So much chicken on me, could've went bought a Williams, a Rudy's, a big-ass Popeye's
In a whole different bracket, this life is immaculate
If you hit me for 'bows, then you know that I'm taxin'
Keep buying clothes, that shit still in the packages
If he say that he robbed me, he cappin' then
Really know niggas throw sevens like Kaepernick
You not blind, then you see that we havin' it
Known in my city, so no, I'm not average
Came a long way from dope in the cabinet
Niggas know that I step (uh-huh)
And the gang that I rep (uh-huh)
Went to Solomon, iced out the ten, put six hundred on all of our neck (uh-huh)
Paid in full like Mitch (mm-hm)
Really havin' this shit (mm-hm)
Got off that stuff, started rapping and six months later, I'm rich (mm-hm)
Nigga know I'm a stepper, I step with some elegance
All these niggas I'm with is some felons
And strapped with a pole, so I hope that you Heaven-sent
If they spin, make 'em wish that they never spinned
Most of these niggas is hoes, they be telling it
Man, I finna take over, I'm stampin' it
How you bang this? Hit that cell and ain't reppin' shit
Left your dog in that rain and ain't help with it
How is you solid? You ain't never dealt with it
You see, me, I come different, I'm blessed with it
Went got the Rollie, it go with my necklace
Thirty for both, you could die if you mess with it
Can't do the show if it don't got a check with it
These niggas po-po, I swear they irrelevant
Hatin' like I don't know that's really jealously
Knowing they mad that they no longer next to me
Niggas know that I step (uh-huh)
And the gang that I rep (uh-huh)
Went to Solomon, iced out the ten, put six hundred on all of our neck (uh-huh)
Paid in full like Mitch (mm-hm)
Really havin' this shit (mm-hm)
Got off that stuff, started rapping and six months later, I'm rich (mm-hm)
Writer: Xavier Landum, Krishon Gaines, William B. Shelby, Stephen Shockley, Leon III Sylvers, RoDarrion Harrison
Copyright: Lyrics © NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP
Rich Off Rap
Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me (ayo, Sheff)
Give me the stuff, that sweet, funky stuff (tuned up)
Give it to me, baby
Give it to me, baby
Ayy
Everything that I wanted, stood up and went got it
Don't think I'm the hottest shit, watch how I pop it
Wasn't good with the green, off the rocks, I made profit
Started rappin', now I done took off like a rocket
Nigga be weird, steady watchin' my pockets
They big and they solid, no need for no wallet
Six pockets full, my whole hood, they behind me
No deal, I'm declinin', don't think I'ma sign it
In these streets I'm the biggest, the f*ck would I hide it?
If bro try to slide, then f*ck it, I'm ridin'
Big TRX, big FN inside it
Got more shots than Mollies, don't think you should try it
Came up off a bag, might just tell Vay to style me
My jeweler done blind me, think it's perfect timin'
All that shit a dream, the nightmares, they behind me
Had stopped cookin' dope, made too much off rhymin'
I come from that field, in the mud it get slimy
No, I don't take it kindly to cap 'bout a body
Partner just spoke 'bout a bitch tryna rob me, it's cool
But I had that ho son missin' mommy
These nigga be broke with no job, call him "Tommy"
Enough about them 'cause the real nigga shinin'
Got a 30k smile in my mouth, I ain't lyin'
All this ice on my neck, I don't walk, now I'm glidin', hey
Give it to me, baby
Rich nigga make cash off music
Broke the bank on my teeth, 'nother band on my feet
Hit the club and I still went stupid, throwin' ones, sayin'
Give it to me, baby
Put the racks in the palm of my hand
'Member bitches just wanted to be friends
Now I'm up and they yellin', "Big, gimme a chance"
Steady hollerin' out
Give it to me, baby
Rich nigga make cash off music
Broke the bank on my teeth, 'nother band on my feet
Hit the club and I still went stupid, throwin' ones, sayin'
Give it to me, baby
Put the racks in the palm of my hand
'Member bitches just wanted to be friends
Now I'm up and they yellin', "Big, gimme a chance"
Steady hollerin' out
Give it to me, baby
Steady hollerin' out
Give it to me, baby
Writer: Spencer Derring Harris, Xavier Landum, Charles Nelson Forsberg, James Leonnard Price, Rick James
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
They Don't Know
(But you've got to stay here until you die)
(Without a mother, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
(Tony Coles)
(Don't even have a father)
(Hey, let this shit ride, Tone)
Gotta take care of shit that you love
Even though it might hurt
All the shit I done did for my city
These niggas still cover my name with the dirt
None of this shit was easy or free
All this shit I got, swear it came off of the work
It was days I would hide out and lurk on a nigga
Just tryna come up for a shirt
They don't know 'bout them nights I was hurting
Tried to work but that shit wasn't working
They don't know bout them nights when I parked in them cars
Tryna sleep and they can't traverse it
Hit them licks 'til them niggas wouldn't serve me
Tote them sticks even if they was dirty
I never forget that lil' silver revolver
I shot that lil' bitch with a purpose
Looked at God every night like He cursed me
Quick to crash so that celly deserved it
Got out on a mission, it's time to start flipping them pages of life
Never know when they turning
Now I'm turnt and I own on my earnings
Got a son and a daughter, they perfect
And don't want for shit, my son ain't even six
And that nigga got more than you niggas that served
Love this live, I ain't gotta go purging
But they keep f*ckin' 'round and we swerving
How the f*ck can you hate on a nigga that's winning
And know that he really deserve it?
Independent, ain't ask for no service
Got this shit out the mud with a purpose
God can take me right now, don't be sad nigga pop it
Get racks, pour a six of that syrup
Take care
(Nobody knows)
Looked at God every night like He cursed me (mmh, no, no, no)
Quick to crash so that celly deserved it (all the troubles I seen)
(Nobody knows, nobody knows)
Got out on a mission (mmh, no, no)
It's time to start flipping them pages of life (all my sorrow)
Never know when they turning
Take care
(Nobody knows)
(Mmh, no, no, no)
(All the troubles I seen)
(Nobody knows)
(Nobody knows)
Writer: Thomas Lee Barrett Jr., Tony Coles Anderson, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP