Lyrics Big Table - Tugg

We only let the bosses at the big table
Out the way, been in the cut like some witch hazel
I think niggas really bitches like Ms. Mabel
I hit Brodie with a bag until he get stable
Only in it for the bread, I ain't checking views
Heard some niggas feel a way you better check ya mood
When they mentioning the hottest they don't check for you
And you know that Nigga broke he hand the check to you
Fuck whoever at the door they bout to let us thru
My Youngin burn the city down if I let 'em loose
Still balling like Mike the night he caught the flu
Coach told us not to kick it we gon go for two
I'm carving out a lane for the real rappers
I been hot since high school how I'm still rapping
What's yo number on the Bo's, bitch we still tripping
Teaching niggas how to win like Phil Jackson
While you was zap zone, I would slap zones
Turnt up my name ringing like the trap phone
Put some niggas on the feet I played the back bone
In my city niggas killing over rap songs
The money's therapeutic, and my spirits' healed
I was never internet, I'd rather keep it real
Bouta do it independent, I don't need a deal
Bitches got the hands out like they need a fill

Moma told me not to ever trust these niggas or these bitches
Shit get wicked, gotta watch it who you kick it with
Give a nigga options, stick to it or we flip the script
Cuzzo broke because of fanduel he can't hit for shit
My other homie use to play the drums now he toting sticks
Hit the strip club, order chicken and we smoke a zip
11 Hunnid for the shirt and pants, I ain't post the fit
Still got some ties to the street, I'm trynna go legit
The realest from my way and no they can't deny it
I can't listen to them Niggas tell a bunch of lies
You see the shit I saw it probably hurt ya eyes
Get Rich or dying trying, it don't hurt to try
I think about my nigga Von, I'm still hurt he died
And how lil mama did me wrong that shit hurt my pride
House full of magazines like I work for Vibe
Cause niggas try to hide the hate in the worse disguise