Big Time Lyrics

Big time, big time (Nix)

Could pull just about any hoe, with a fifth and a sack

She wanna relax with a white trash Jesus, making coke out of crack

Just a joke, you know it gets scarier

I got that pit bull terrier in me, dog, and I'm running the underground like I'm Harriet

I got the funds now, fuck a bank, plottin' land, the great escape

Need an estate by the lake, make no mistake

I ain't saying where I stay, I'm out of the way

What you think that it take

I'm playing a game of high stakes with a steak on my plate

Yeah, I smoked before I ate

I forgot it was a date

Big time, big time

(I'm big time)

I'm big time, I'm big time

I'm big time, I'm big time

They pray they giving out ways in, but this ain't no pay-to-play, mane

You can't even pay rent

I was the same

That was me at every shindig, big wig event that I shimmied in

They taking their time

Why

They thinking I'm late

Nah, I'm patient

We been prepping for the lesson

Meet your new professor

The microphone my weapon

Any fake stepper, fake reppin

Wanna get big after I die

Just make a hit record like you're Puff and Faith Evans

I take my time

Why?

Had to refine it

They want them platinum plaques, but I wanna go diamond

My hard drive is a diamond mine

They make no timeless hits (woo!)

It's a matter of time

Just got the whip lifted, now it's looking like Optimus Prime

While I drive it, slow-mo

Through JoCo, fuck the popo

I'm ready to blow like it's Waco

I feel that recoil

I need a reload

I need some ammo

I'm rockin' camo

No homo, but I'm in your closet when you're getting home

Got an extra chrome if she wanna go

She down as hell, like Down syndrome

Y'all might think that I'm gone, but nah, I'm on my own

On the low, don't low-ball me

I ain't taking no bull

I live more life already than your whole life goals

Bitch

Big time, I'm big time, big time

I'm big time, big time, I'm big time

I'm big time, I'm big time

I'ma tell y'all where the source is

Deep in the soul, deep in the soil

Even if you sold your soul for the lake of brimstone

Put the flame to the foil

Crack in you crack heads, break in bass heads

Get fucked up, wasted, play your role

I stick to OG, Gin and OJ

What can I say?

I'm loyal

To the pot, while they bringing that pot to a boil

I'm looking more forward to the war than enjoying the spoils

Yeah, Nix