I know they big mad for real
I'm tryna turn five hundred to a mil
The labels keep callin
They want me to deal
Hopped up in da lab
I was out in da field
Stopped wastin potential
Don't like how dat feel
My teachers they knew
I had all of da skill
Thought life was a joke
Now I see dat it's real
For da pain an depression
I been swallowing pills
I been wilding for real
But I been tryna stop
Feel like I'm goin In circles
Like da hands on a clock
I had plenty of warnings
But my head like a rock
I had to hunt just to eat
Dats why I feel like a fox
We sold D on da block
Dats why da team like da lox
An da burner stay on me
So I feel like a pot
Bust down on my wrist
Audemar for da watch
I grew up on da west
It's middle finger to cops
I put my foot on da gas
An I ain't pull out no stops
There was bumps in da road
I couldn't feel cause da shocks
Ima man of my own
I ain't a thing like my pops
An I stay on my toes
Like a pair of some socks
An I know they big mad
Cause I'm doing me
Now if you want a feature
Ima charge you a fee
I remember before
I did features for free
Now da prices goin up
Like I'm f*ckin wit keys
Get em straight from da tropics
Weather 90 degrees
White sand on da beach
Gucci shirt wit no sleeves
Got da honeys all on me
They be swarming like bees
They be shootin they shot
But they ain't making no threes
It's MOB till I die
But don't take it from me
You could see for ya self
An it'll make you believe
I'm a student of da game
But they don't give out degrees
An ima put on for my city
Til they gimme the keys
Analytical he so political
How my words push em
Like he really gettin physical
It's so traditional boy
Like dem rituals
Style so authentic
And hmmm
He so original
Hear em through his visuals
No need to be rash
If the shit you spit trash
It's da size of da bag
Not meaning da cash
It's funny how my mind
Is ya motive but my
Mind state changed
Soon as I went to California
No need for messages
No boy I can't phone ya
Never needed closure
From da ones who always closer
Cause they seem to know
Da difference from
A layup a floater
Do you get da pick boy
Cause I'm all in motion
In da lane how we stride
Like drexler wit it
Goin up against
Complex decisions
No matter how big
Da competition
We win by any means necessary
Until the necessities given
I know they big mad forreal
I'm tryna turn five hundred to a mil
The labels keep callin
They want me to deal
Hopped up in da lab
I was out in da field
Stopped wastin potential
Don't like how dat feel
My teachers they knew
I had all of da skill
Thought life was a joke
Now I see dat it's real
For da pain an depression
I been swallowing pills
King Lo - Big Mad (feat.Roché) Lyrics
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I know they big mad for real
I'm tryna turn five hundred to a mil
The labels keep callin
They want me to deal
Hopped up in da lab
I was out in da field
Stopped wastin potential
Don't like how dat feel
My teachers they knew
I had all of da skill
Thought life was a joke
Now I see dat it's real
For da pain an depression
I been swallowing pills
I been wilding for real
But I been tryna stop
Feel like I'm goin In circles
Like da hands on a clock
I had plenty of warnings
But my head like a rock
I had to hunt just to eat
Dats why I feel like a fox
We sold D on da block
Dats why da team like da lox
An da burner stay on me
So I feel like a pot
Bust down on my wrist
Audemar for da watch
I grew up on da west
It's middle finger to cops
I put my foot on da gas
An I ain't pull out no stops
There was bumps in da road
I couldn't feel cause da shocks
Ima man of my own
I ain't a thing like my pops
An I stay on my toes
Like a pair of some socks
An I know they big mad
Cause I'm doing me
Now if you want a feature
Ima charge you a fee
I remember before
I did features for free
Now da prices goin up
Like I'm f*ckin wit keys
Get em straight from da tropics
Weather 90 degrees
White sand on da beach
Gucci shirt wit no sleeves
Got da honeys all on me
They be swarming like bees
They be shootin they shot
But they ain't making no threes
It's MOB till I die
But don't take it from me
You could see for ya self
An it'll make you believe
I'm a student of da game
But they don't give out degrees
An ima put on for my city
Til they gimme the keys
Analytical he so political
How my words push em
Like he really gettin physical
It's so traditional boy
Like dem rituals
Style so authentic
And hmmm
He so original
Hear em through his visuals
No need to be rash
If the shit you spit trash
It's da size of da bag
Not meaning da cash
It's funny how my mind
Is ya motive but my
Mind state changed
Soon as I went to California
No need for messages
No boy I can't phone ya
Never needed closure
From da ones who always closer
Cause they seem to know
Da difference from
A layup a floater
Do you get da pick boy
Cause I'm all in motion
In da lane how we stride
Like drexler wit it
Goin up against
Complex decisions
No matter how big
Da competition
We win by any means necessary
Until the necessities given
I know they big mad forreal
I'm tryna turn five hundred to a mil
The labels keep callin
They want me to deal
Hopped up in da lab
I was out in da field
Stopped wastin potential
Don't like how dat feel
My teachers they knew
I had all of da skill
Thought life was a joke
Now I see dat it's real
For da pain an depression
I been swallowing pills
I'm tryna turn five hundred to a mil
The labels keep callin
They want me to deal
Hopped up in da lab
I was out in da field
Stopped wastin potential
Don't like how dat feel
My teachers they knew
I had all of da skill
Thought life was a joke
Now I see dat it's real
For da pain an depression
I been swallowing pills
I been wilding for real
But I been tryna stop
Feel like I'm goin In circles
Like da hands on a clock
I had plenty of warnings
But my head like a rock
I had to hunt just to eat
Dats why I feel like a fox
We sold D on da block
Dats why da team like da lox
An da burner stay on me
So I feel like a pot
Bust down on my wrist
Audemar for da watch
I grew up on da west
It's middle finger to cops
I put my foot on da gas
An I ain't pull out no stops
There was bumps in da road
I couldn't feel cause da shocks
Ima man of my own
I ain't a thing like my pops
An I stay on my toes
Like a pair of some socks
An I know they big mad
Cause I'm doing me
Now if you want a feature
Ima charge you a fee
I remember before
I did features for free
Now da prices goin up
Like I'm f*ckin wit keys
Get em straight from da tropics
Weather 90 degrees
White sand on da beach
Gucci shirt wit no sleeves
Got da honeys all on me
They be swarming like bees
They be shootin they shot
But they ain't making no threes
It's MOB till I die
But don't take it from me
You could see for ya self
An it'll make you believe
I'm a student of da game
But they don't give out degrees
An ima put on for my city
Til they gimme the keys
Analytical he so political
How my words push em
Like he really gettin physical
It's so traditional boy
Like dem rituals
Style so authentic
And hmmm
He so original
Hear em through his visuals
No need to be rash
If the shit you spit trash
It's da size of da bag
Not meaning da cash
It's funny how my mind
Is ya motive but my
Mind state changed
Soon as I went to California
No need for messages
No boy I can't phone ya
Never needed closure
From da ones who always closer
Cause they seem to know
Da difference from
A layup a floater
Do you get da pick boy
Cause I'm all in motion
In da lane how we stride
Like drexler wit it
Goin up against
Complex decisions
No matter how big
Da competition
We win by any means necessary
Until the necessities given
I know they big mad forreal
I'm tryna turn five hundred to a mil
The labels keep callin
They want me to deal
Hopped up in da lab
I was out in da field
Stopped wastin potential
Don't like how dat feel
My teachers they knew
I had all of da skill
Thought life was a joke
Now I see dat it's real
For da pain an depression
I been swallowing pills
Writer: Jaleel Harley, Luis Chalas jr
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