Big Mad

I walk up in this bitch, I got Em big mad Yeah, I had to cancel my bitch, I gave her
Six flags Remember bagging grounds with my cousin, they
Called him Big Bad I don't know a nigga that's realer than my
Stepdad Been had it locked since the pen and pad

Osama showed me how to cook them rocks in the freezer bag
I be so on and I'm chill Livin' in the moment, but I gotta be real
Shit be goin' downhill, I just live in the field
Avoid the ops, I can't fuck with them boys, that's twelve o'clock

You know I been a G, you can't fuck with me, I got it locked
The Rollie was the only thing I knew about a TikTok, don't have one
Streets give me love, why you mad, son
Bust down the ring finger on a bad one All I do is hustle for mine

Niggas in the dark, but you know I'ma shine Knew I was the realest when I wrote me a rhyme
Knew you was a snake when you got to that line
People change up at the drop of a dime I can't follow niggas, I be leadin' the blind
For real

I walk up in this bitch, I got him big mad Yeah, I had to cancel my bitch, I gave her
Six flags Remember back in grounds with my cousin, they
Called him Big Bad I don't know a nigga that's realer than my
Stepdad Ben had it locked since the pen and pad

Osama showed me how to cook them rocks in the freezer bag
I be so on and I'm chill Livin' in the moment, but I gotta be real



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Writer(s): Gerald Parker Jr
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