Bigger Now (feat. Hunxho)
Standin' out the meat side (huh), came from the seaside (huh)
Beefin' with the guy, lil' boy outside and he don't get tired
So came in the game made his own lane over here on D-Ride (for realz)
Came out the ghetto, chains on my sweater now
Mom doing better now, made vows that I won't let her down
49 charges on my Rico they couldn't see me now
On God though, I bow my head and talk to God when shit got harder
(Hunxho thank you -)
I'm billin' out, shit, no so solid, this a fake
If you feel some way just ask me, talking down, no this ain't that
I shoulda answer when you call, 100 problems on my back
C-Major, Lord, don't fall about it, I pray the Lord just bring him back
I'm out of lane, know I out route, but I crash like Carrick
Know they bleed, how we bleed, they shed blood, I'm not escaped
I'm still bleeding, sorry I stay down, did my best
I pull up, blowin' at these niggas
Know I heard what y'all say, time I pull up
This ain't nothing, this shit'll cook up
With her face on it, she look up (gal)
Thirty thousand just to book at SP
He don't still say it's when he bleed
He done toast it, be on the East, know them boy, don't come outside
Send them niggas straight to God, I heard them boy, they talkin' down
Watch it, 'cause I probably robbed him, go drop off 100,000
Watch it, this is for my mama, 'cause my block get high
I'm to my body, remember days, I couldn't afford it
Niggas hate me, they shittin' on me, hit this switch, I'll do it humble
AK in the space spot (yeah), who wanna run with me?
I'm the man in this bitch (me), who wanna come with me?
Fuckin' with that Latin-ass nigga, I'm the truth
I still eat a cold coke with chips and jungle juice
I still pull up in this shit, been sittin' on 28 steel
Still wear the same clothes, fine, they ain't spilt
If I wanted to, I'd buy the whole store and make it bigger
I got four hoes, live in one spot like I'm the man
I'm the player of the year, you're like 36 zip
It's a tip, but I make these block jump like it's the feel
I still fuck a ghetto booty, miss ass bitch
With them badass kids and them trifling ass friends
Keep it hood
Standin' out the meat side (yes), came from that seaside
Beefin' with the guy, the boy outside and he don't get tired
Choke him in the game, made his own lane over here on D-Ride
Came out the ghetto, chains on my sweater now
Mom doin' better now, made vows that I won't let her down
49 charges on my record, they couldn't see me down
It's on God though, I bow my head and talk to God when shit got hard
When you see me out in traffic, nigga, look the other way
'Cause I ain't talkin', I ain't clitchin', bitch, I'm comin' off the waves
Give a fuck about no camera, give a fuck about no witness (about no witness)
I had to throw this shit away before I let a nigga get it (I got 'em)
I got a million Instagram whores likin' all my posts
Give a fuck about your feelings, I'm just tryin' to fuck you through
Give a fuck about no DJ who don't wanna spit my shit (my shit)
'Cause if all else fails, I know how to break a bitch
Give a fuck about the feds, tell them, free the cartel (free the cartel)
Gagged off all the years, I'ma keep them in my prayers
Give a fuck about promoters, that ain't fuckin' with my price
Gotta watch you try to book me, 'cause I know these niggas shy
You wanna treat me out by life, I know that I've been tryna get me
I told you to shoot whoever or whatever looks a suspicious
And she the clan, nigga, fuck whoever, go against it
Got to reach out to your God and tell him, crown me king of men
I'm just sayin'
Standin' out the meat side (yes), came from that seaside
Beefin' with the guy, the boy outside and he don't get tired
Choke him in the game, made his own lane over here on D-Ride
Came out the ghetto, chains on my sweater now
Mom doin' better now, made vows that I won't let her down
49 charges on my record, they couldn't see me down
On God though, I bow my head and talk to God when shit got hard
Talk to God when shit got harder
Crown me king of Memphis
Reach out to your god and tell him, crown me king of Memphis
Get there, tell him, crown me king of Memphis
Reach out to your god and tell him, crown me king of Memphis, nigga
Beefin' with the guy, lil' boy outside and he don't get tired
So came in the game made his own lane over here on D-Ride (for realz)
Came out the ghetto, chains on my sweater now
Mom doing better now, made vows that I won't let her down
49 charges on my Rico they couldn't see me now
On God though, I bow my head and talk to God when shit got harder
(Hunxho thank you -)
I'm billin' out, shit, no so solid, this a fake
If you feel some way just ask me, talking down, no this ain't that
I shoulda answer when you call, 100 problems on my back
C-Major, Lord, don't fall about it, I pray the Lord just bring him back
I'm out of lane, know I out route, but I crash like Carrick
Know they bleed, how we bleed, they shed blood, I'm not escaped
I'm still bleeding, sorry I stay down, did my best
I pull up, blowin' at these niggas
Know I heard what y'all say, time I pull up
This ain't nothing, this shit'll cook up
With her face on it, she look up (gal)
Thirty thousand just to book at SP
He don't still say it's when he bleed
He done toast it, be on the East, know them boy, don't come outside
Send them niggas straight to God, I heard them boy, they talkin' down
Watch it, 'cause I probably robbed him, go drop off 100,000
Watch it, this is for my mama, 'cause my block get high
I'm to my body, remember days, I couldn't afford it
Niggas hate me, they shittin' on me, hit this switch, I'll do it humble
AK in the space spot (yeah), who wanna run with me?
I'm the man in this bitch (me), who wanna come with me?
Fuckin' with that Latin-ass nigga, I'm the truth
I still eat a cold coke with chips and jungle juice
I still pull up in this shit, been sittin' on 28 steel
Still wear the same clothes, fine, they ain't spilt
If I wanted to, I'd buy the whole store and make it bigger
I got four hoes, live in one spot like I'm the man
I'm the player of the year, you're like 36 zip
It's a tip, but I make these block jump like it's the feel
I still fuck a ghetto booty, miss ass bitch
With them badass kids and them trifling ass friends
Keep it hood
Standin' out the meat side (yes), came from that seaside
Beefin' with the guy, the boy outside and he don't get tired
Choke him in the game, made his own lane over here on D-Ride
Came out the ghetto, chains on my sweater now
Mom doin' better now, made vows that I won't let her down
49 charges on my record, they couldn't see me down
It's on God though, I bow my head and talk to God when shit got hard
When you see me out in traffic, nigga, look the other way
'Cause I ain't talkin', I ain't clitchin', bitch, I'm comin' off the waves
Give a fuck about no camera, give a fuck about no witness (about no witness)
I had to throw this shit away before I let a nigga get it (I got 'em)
I got a million Instagram whores likin' all my posts
Give a fuck about your feelings, I'm just tryin' to fuck you through
Give a fuck about no DJ who don't wanna spit my shit (my shit)
'Cause if all else fails, I know how to break a bitch
Give a fuck about the feds, tell them, free the cartel (free the cartel)
Gagged off all the years, I'ma keep them in my prayers
Give a fuck about promoters, that ain't fuckin' with my price
Gotta watch you try to book me, 'cause I know these niggas shy
You wanna treat me out by life, I know that I've been tryna get me
I told you to shoot whoever or whatever looks a suspicious
And she the clan, nigga, fuck whoever, go against it
Got to reach out to your God and tell him, crown me king of men
I'm just sayin'
Standin' out the meat side (yes), came from that seaside
Beefin' with the guy, the boy outside and he don't get tired
Choke him in the game, made his own lane over here on D-Ride
Came out the ghetto, chains on my sweater now
Mom doin' better now, made vows that I won't let her down
49 charges on my record, they couldn't see me down
On God though, I bow my head and talk to God when shit got hard
Talk to God when shit got harder
Crown me king of Memphis
Reach out to your god and tell him, crown me king of Memphis
Get there, tell him, crown me king of Memphis
Reach out to your god and tell him, crown me king of Memphis, nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Ibrahim Dodo, Ricky Hampton, Xabian Oneil Woods
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