BIG TIME (feat. Dzy & Sty)

My fingers crush a lotta dope
So, I keep lemon soap
Walking round the crib in white robes
Like the fucking Pope
Scoring champ D. Wade the way a nigga coast to coast
We'd be even more up
If shit went how it's 'posed to go

Yeah
I hit the track, beat the obstacles
Black Power fist, for every swastika
Aye why State Trooper trucks got white hoods like the Klan
I don't got no further theories on that shit dawg
I'm just saying
So if they crucified Cube for making us our own plan
Then they gone always kill the man who tryna be his own man
Since fish crawled on land
My hand was above they hand
Top bunk in the pen
My mans was above they mans, damn
Just like Daniel, I got lions in the den
I'm a child of the flame
I let that fire touch my skin
Bet money on yo name every time
And you gone win
I charged it to the game got flyer miles to Japan
I'm just stuffing cones
Time up top is often spent alone
I ain't usually one to take shots nigga
But when in Rome
Been the King like BB
Feel like the thrill is gone
Freshest nigga out since 3-6 was riding spinning chrome

My fingers crush a lotta dope
So, I keep lemon soap
Walking round the crib in white robes
Like the fuckin Pope
Scoring champ D. Wade the way a nigga coast to coast
We'd be even more up
If shit went how it's posed to go

You just got to ride the wave
Row the boat
Got to ride the wave
wherever that bitch fucking go
You just got to ride the wave, row the boat
Got to ride that fucking wave
Yeah
You just got to ride the wave
Row the boat
Got to ride the wave
wherever that bitch fucking go
You just got to ride the wave, row the boat
Got to ride that fuckin wave

I can't seem to find where my mind went
I just feel it's my time and
I'm in love with just grinding
I know you wish I had more
But that's just not what I'm made of
I'm just here with my dogs
I wish I could give you my all



Credits
Writer(s): Kordell Boykins
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