Big Time (feat. A.R. Yum)
Tyrone Briggs
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Biological deserted me Momma cancer was concerning me Only paper I had, had rhymes on em, treated that like currency Could've been in jail for aggravation Instead I use the pin for therapy Fast forward, whoever think I'm getting paid, for displaying the hurt in me Competition ain't a factor, can't get jiggy with your albums Career heliocentric, everything revolve around son I remember coming up, older niggas use make jokes and doubt em Take a look at them dudes now Jordan crying face the outcome Big Time, call me big time Crown king when the spit rhymes Russell Westbrook How I dish lines Rodney Mullin with the flip grind Shorty know that I am on a mission, so if we ain't fuckin, baby I can't spend time Operation Tyrone Briggs time Operation Tyrone Briggs time Youngin treated like a season vet Head of class, I'm the teachers pet Me & my whole squad gonna have to die, for you to be the best Top 5 I don't see as threats, switched it up I'm on some shit Rather do the KTU shit, then what you consider rap music God, pop rapper spitting these bars On the roll, I'm going hard Learned from my moms Timing is money, so all of my goals gotta have an alarm Far from street, but I lived there so much, that's what I'm feeling like Shit I survived through, walking in my shoes, would've killed you twice Little cousin gunned down, I never would've thought of this Shot & murdered by the cousins of the niggas, that he use to share the corner with Had to come up with a plan, because the neighborhood ain't quite where the story ends Fast forward 100,000 people signing they were born tho be victorious, warriors, glorious, all from this I'm Big Time, call me big time Crown king when the spit rhymes Rondo how I dish line Tony Hawk with the flip grind I'm on a mission, so if we ain't giving me head then we spending too much time Operation AR Yum time Operation AR Yum time Chubby nigga always had faith, in the winter looking at the sun shine I ain't ever have to shoot a nigga but I'm cool with nigga's on the drum line Momma love always raised me Grandparents always raised us So it's only right I teach the youth the shit I learned when I came up Always too the humble route but that don't mean I won't knock a nigga out Older nigga's use to doubt, now they want a nigga clout Puerto Rican rum and eggnog Bitches love me for my fat bars Parodies I'm going that hard, even skinny nigga's screaming fat god Wow, rapper's they came up and down Take a look who's still around Look at me now, State Land we running the town State Land we running the town bow Call me Nas with the ether, Snoop Dogg with the reefer Money Mitch with the beeper, and Nate Dogg with the features Big Time, call me big time Crown king when the spit rhymes Rondo how I dish line Tony Hawk with the flip grind I'm on a mission, so if we ain't giving me head then we spending too much time Operation AR Yum time Operation AR Yum time
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