Lyrics:
down low so you can taste it
Yeah Yeah
Big clouds
Loud sounds
12 Rounds
All I smoke is thrax
I roll that shit up by the pound
Yeah I'm all up in ya hood
To the bullshit, we don't owe nothing
We paid our dues, so stop fronting
This our time, no more sideline
This our era, you ain't stopping our shine
We gonna make it
on a verse, in da whole 16
Big heart lotta hurt, why I gotta sip lean
Whole team out west and we chasing our dream
Whole team out west draggin nuts on da scene
the case where police murder
Our dearest, depleting our precious people
We wonder why forgiveness will follow
The why
A scent of wickedness lingers in
big checks bouta hit em with the big flex
I’m coming up the kid next Rap City Big Tig flex
Comin live from the underground before mumble rap was around
Getting played by Sallie Mae
Typical like many h***
Overdue dates
Milk you round in circles cheerio
Seriously though
A lifetime of success?
I spend my
Getting played by Sallie Mae
Typical like many hoes
Overdue dates
Milk you round in circles cheerio
Seriously though
A lifetime of success?
I spend my
I've working like a slave in the pursuit of getting paid
Grind my fingers to the bone all for the plunder
I been there and back again
Getting paid
We Can Make It
HOOK
If we can make it to the good times
Make it through the hood grind
Make it with these hood rhymes
Then come back make
with my big brotha and I'm with the big sistas
Frequency on another plane from the chords that we hit
Our drums bang a little different (Ahhh)
Fellow
no tissue, not an issue
Don't cry for me I peep these niggas from deep
By the front row seat even if you don't speak
Silent pardon, I hear you loud
no tissue, not an issue
Don't cry for me I peep these niggas from deep
By the front row seat even if you don't speak
Silent pardon, I hear you loud
no tissue, not an issue
Don't cry for me I peep these niggas from deep
By the front row seat even if you don't speak
Silent pardon, I hear you loud
out
Who y'all think y'all fucking with
Took nothing made it something bitch
So y'all should take our example you'd
Be straight just leaving with
to feed your family
You gon' go handle it by gambling
Gambling
We gambling, gambling, gambling
It's hard to focus on your grind
When you got everything
Let me make this clear
There ain't no slacking making big moves over here
We got that action If you're looking for some real ones
On the road making
pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced,
change too
You gotta live it up knowing this is our time
Life is too short you just really gotta grind
Maybe I don't understand what you're going through
Always put our hood in the air, cuz we don't give a fuck!
My niggas want money, My niggas want power
My niggas big Benz mansions, pussy by the hour
all the ice cubes on this wristwear in the big body
Live by the gun, get bodied or it's hella time in that cell
It was hella times where I failed,
Hours pass us by
Summer nights we made it hot
My hood stay up all nights
We spicin up the heights
Now We reachin new heights
Gettin all our moneys right
window when I go to sleep
Want a better life for me and the whole team
I don't wanna push tree by the OZ
Go around the city ask people know me
Bitch,
This our homecoming
They told us, they sold us the cmerican Dream
But when does that apply to us
We been on the grind to hit a thousand hours
a question
Big ed is on a funky g lesson
Now, how many g's in the house tonight
And how many g's spin them gold thangs tight
It's nothin' but a g thang ba-by
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