Still The Biggest Songtext
Go back to jail 'fore I’m in their spot
Wanna be famous on the net, go try stealing from the head shop
Fuck what a blogger nigga have to say
I've been busy ducking hoes that don't eat fruit but wanna Apple Pay
You would think that it’s a crime to shine
They bring my name up at tables that Rent-A-Center tryna fine
I carry trauma from the game, though I ain't in it still
Since a youth, my friends been getting killed
Around these parts, Aquan Salmon just like Emmett Till
I persevered, though my mental scarred
Wanna be famous on the net, go try stealing from the head shop
Fuck what a blogger nigga have to say
I've been busy ducking hoes that don't eat fruit but wanna Apple Pay
You would think that it’s a crime to shine
They bring my name up at tables that Rent-A-Center tryna fine
I carry trauma from the game, though I ain't in it still
Since a youth, my friends been getting killed
Around these parts, Aquan Salmon just like Emmett Till
I persevered, though my mental scarred
I'm from the P's, I put eighty-sevеn guys in foreign rental cars
How you want it, nigga, whip or sniff?
It's more whitе round me than round Tyrone Biggums' lips
Taking risks out this hoopty truck
I let auntie smoke and drive, her stem's smaller than a Lucy butt
These type of jewels make hoes' coochie bump
Akh relapsed in the trap, that nigga stayed till his kufi stumped
This that thousand dollar denim feel
I could never say, "Fuck the streets", without rap, I’d be in ’em still
Made it outta there with just a skill
But could never say, "Fuck the streets", without rap, I'd be in ’em still
This that thousand dollar denim feel
I could never say, "Fuck the streets", without rap, I'd be in 'em still
Made it outta there with just a skill
But could never say, "Fuck the streets", without rap, I'd be in ’em still
That fucking pot kept my family happy
Them yards in prison felt like a car collision 'cause that shit handicapped me
Before they spin through you, they ran it past me All these niggas got missing teeth
These niggas think the trap a candy factory
I hear your songs and I'm like, "Damn, it's catchy"
But your jewels is fake, your whole camp trashy, nigga, your brand is tacky
I trapped through the Giuliani era and Pataki
I went through life with my mother's love and father's truth
Running lights, doing a hundred-one in foreign coupes
Besides ice, I bought a hundred guns, abortions too
I make my shooters feel needed 'cause they important too
All that hate pouring through, y'all niggas corny too
It's like the plug gave me more grams and he shorted you
I still got my scale in storage for insurance too
This for my niggas on them cell blocks, pouring hooch
The melody done touched me but I must be too comfy
'Cause niggas act like they forgot I was ten toes off of Jump Street
Montana Ave, Genesee Street, Ferry Projects to Busty
When Sandman was my bunky, when he told Doug he should front me
It's Big Butch
How you want it, nigga, whip or sniff?
It's more whitе round me than round Tyrone Biggums' lips
Taking risks out this hoopty truck
I let auntie smoke and drive, her stem's smaller than a Lucy butt
These type of jewels make hoes' coochie bump
Akh relapsed in the trap, that nigga stayed till his kufi stumped
This that thousand dollar denim feel
I could never say, "Fuck the streets", without rap, I’d be in ’em still
Made it outta there with just a skill
But could never say, "Fuck the streets", without rap, I'd be in ’em still
This that thousand dollar denim feel
I could never say, "Fuck the streets", without rap, I'd be in 'em still
Made it outta there with just a skill
But could never say, "Fuck the streets", without rap, I'd be in ’em still
That fucking pot kept my family happy
Them yards in prison felt like a car collision 'cause that shit handicapped me
Before they spin through you, they ran it past me All these niggas got missing teeth
These niggas think the trap a candy factory
I hear your songs and I'm like, "Damn, it's catchy"
But your jewels is fake, your whole camp trashy, nigga, your brand is tacky
I trapped through the Giuliani era and Pataki
I went through life with my mother's love and father's truth
Running lights, doing a hundred-one in foreign coupes
Besides ice, I bought a hundred guns, abortions too
I make my shooters feel needed 'cause they important too
All that hate pouring through, y'all niggas corny too
It's like the plug gave me more grams and he shorted you
I still got my scale in storage for insurance too
This for my niggas on them cell blocks, pouring hooch
The melody done touched me but I must be too comfy
'Cause niggas act like they forgot I was ten toes off of Jump Street
Montana Ave, Genesee Street, Ferry Projects to Busty
When Sandman was my bunky, when he told Doug he should front me
It's Big Butch
