Big Stick Policy Lyrics

One for the money, two for the show

Three for my niggas getting paper on the low

Four for my bitches that be really on go

I know it's a cold world so I hibernate my soul

On the road to riches, pray I catch a hater lacking by the light

I come in peace but you know my niggas far from nice

Spin the block twice so the ops know it's really on sight

For this lifestyle, boy, you know you really gotta pay the price

You might have to pay it twice, my nigga

Big stick policy, big conspiracy

Speak with honesty, move with integrity

I just turned the crib into a bad bitch repository

Lately I been spittin' like my mouth filled with kerosene

Mama told me, boy, you know that prayer is the master key

Walk the right path and be kind to your enemies

I can't always turn the other cheek mama

Before my ops really think they got to me, these niggas with the fuckery

We was in Hamdala sippin' lean, dodgin' terrorists

Barricaded churches, had us prayin' for serenity

PTSD got me mumblin' in therapy

I only find clarity from the Holy Trinity

Spiritual crisis had me leaning on my vices

On the road to redemption but I never got a license

Got a weird childhood filled with love and violence

So imma hurt a nigga before I kill him with kindness

Lately I been really going off on a tangent

Lately I been plottin' on a billi with the mandem

I be tryna wipe my stains off of my conscience

We fear sapa more than God and that's really our problem, nigga

Big stick policy, big conspiracy

Bout to fuck the game on some big dick energy

Intellectual property got me stacking this currency

But I can never buy into the trauma economy

On the road to riches, pray I catch a hater lacking by the light

I come in peace but you know my niggas far from nice

Spin the block twice so the ops know it's really on sight

For this lifestyle, boy, you know you really gotta pay the price

You might have to pay it twice, my nigga

It go one for the money, two for the show

Three for my niggas getting paper on the low

Four for my bitches that be really on go

I know it's a cold world so I hibernate my soul

One for the money, two for the show

Three for my niggas getting paper on the low

Four for my bitches that be really on go

I know it's a cold world, so I hibernate my soul