Big Time
Young god, listen up
King, six, loser, bitch
Crown, rich, round, whip
Turn, never slip, never burn on the spliff
Young Sowdy bout to do it big time
Young Sowdy bout to do it big time
Young Sowdy bout to do it big time
I just got these rappers on their lifeline
Topped another rapper, Issa crime, crime
Sirens in the distance, blow they mind, mind
I chop the top off, chop the top off
These rappers they all knock offs, I'm dripping, hot sauce
I chop the top off, chop the top off
I'm a, big timer, big rhymer, hot shot, yeah
I am a star, like the top I will glisten
Hiding the contraband, get you a sentence
I do not fuck with the drugs, or prescription
Had my time being trapped and its different
Lock myself in and its cracking like Christmas
Lock up the car and its back to the business
Bumping my demos, they getting suspicious
I don't show no work to no man who can't interest
I am big time, like I'm Birdman
But I won't take from you, or your hand
All my homies even, we own it
Got my master and my bankroll in my hand
Young god, listen, up
King, six, loser, bitch
Crown, rich, round, whip
Turn, never slip, never burn on the spliff
Young Sowdy bout to do it big time
Young Sowdy bout to do it big time
If you knew what this mean to me, you wouldn't talk
Since a toddler I was practising words from New York
Got the slang, and the walk, little Sowdy hit the charts
Man, I'm just getting started, no lie, so batter up
Only child, only child, never go back
All I had was my parents and the music that was crack
And I was troubled with these memories of trauma like that
But I ain't wanna go to deep, lets take it right back
Got the t-shirt black, G-unit hat
Looked up to gangstas, coz they hustle like that
And they got the finest things, and they never gonna slack
Kinda like my hustle, except my privilege helped that
I'm from Perth lil homie, and we don't tote straps
You could get a knife in you, coz the city iced, crack
Isolated from the world, we our own culture, Jack
And I'm swinging at your head if you talk bout my raps, Ahhh
Young god, listen, up
King, six, loser, bitch
Crown, rich, round, whip
Turn, never slip, never burn on the spliff
Young Sowdy bout to do it big time
Young Sowdy bout to do it big time nm
Running, running, running, running it up
A young gunner, young stunner, here the birds gonna flock
We come thunderous, you underdressed for events of a boss
We son your momma, yeah your daddy, yeah your kids, its a must (Ahhh)
King, six, loser, bitch
Crown, rich, round, whip
Turn, never slip, never burn on the spliff
Young Sowdy bout to do it big time
Young Sowdy bout to do it big time
Young Sowdy bout to do it big time
I just got these rappers on their lifeline
Topped another rapper, Issa crime, crime
Sirens in the distance, blow they mind, mind
I chop the top off, chop the top off
These rappers they all knock offs, I'm dripping, hot sauce
I chop the top off, chop the top off
I'm a, big timer, big rhymer, hot shot, yeah
I am a star, like the top I will glisten
Hiding the contraband, get you a sentence
I do not fuck with the drugs, or prescription
Had my time being trapped and its different
Lock myself in and its cracking like Christmas
Lock up the car and its back to the business
Bumping my demos, they getting suspicious
I don't show no work to no man who can't interest
I am big time, like I'm Birdman
But I won't take from you, or your hand
All my homies even, we own it
Got my master and my bankroll in my hand
Young god, listen, up
King, six, loser, bitch
Crown, rich, round, whip
Turn, never slip, never burn on the spliff
Young Sowdy bout to do it big time
Young Sowdy bout to do it big time
If you knew what this mean to me, you wouldn't talk
Since a toddler I was practising words from New York
Got the slang, and the walk, little Sowdy hit the charts
Man, I'm just getting started, no lie, so batter up
Only child, only child, never go back
All I had was my parents and the music that was crack
And I was troubled with these memories of trauma like that
But I ain't wanna go to deep, lets take it right back
Got the t-shirt black, G-unit hat
Looked up to gangstas, coz they hustle like that
And they got the finest things, and they never gonna slack
Kinda like my hustle, except my privilege helped that
I'm from Perth lil homie, and we don't tote straps
You could get a knife in you, coz the city iced, crack
Isolated from the world, we our own culture, Jack
And I'm swinging at your head if you talk bout my raps, Ahhh
Young god, listen, up
King, six, loser, bitch
Crown, rich, round, whip
Turn, never slip, never burn on the spliff
Young Sowdy bout to do it big time
Young Sowdy bout to do it big time nm
Running, running, running, running it up
A young gunner, young stunner, here the birds gonna flock
We come thunderous, you underdressed for events of a boss
We son your momma, yeah your daddy, yeah your kids, its a must (Ahhh)
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Writer(s): Isaac Sowden
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