paroles de chanson Big Time - Tyrone Briggs , A.R. Yum

Biological deserted me
Momma cancer was concerning me
Only paper I had, had rhymes on em, treated that like currency
Could′ve been in jail for aggravation
Instead I use the pin for therapy
Fast forward, whoever think I'm getting paid, for displaying the hurt in me
Competition ain′t a factor, can't get jiggy with your albums
Career heliocentric, everything revolve around son
I remember coming up, older niggas use make jokes and doubt em
Take a look at them dudes now
Jordan crying face the outcome

Big Time, call me big time
Crown king when the spit rhymes
Russell Westbrook How I dish lines
Rodney Mullin with the flip grind
Shorty know that I am on a mission, so if we ain't fuckin, baby I can′t spend time
Operation Tyrone Briggs time
Operation Tyrone Briggs time

Youngin treated like a season vet
Head of class, I′m the teachers pet
Me & my whole squad gonna have to die, for you to be the best
Top 5 I don't see as threats, switched it up I′m on some shit
Rather do the KTU shit, then what you consider rap music
God, pop rapper spitting these bars
On the roll, I'm going hard
Learned from my moms
Timing is money, so all of my goals gotta have an alarm
Far from street, but I lived there so much, that′s what I'm feeling like
Shit I survived through, walking in my shoes, would′ve killed you twice
Little cousin gunned down, I never would've thought of this
Shot & murdered by the cousins of the niggas, that he use to share the corner with
Had to come up with a plan, because the neighborhood ain't quite where the story ends
Fast forward 100,000 people signing they were born tho be victorious, warriors, glorious, all from this I′m

Big Time, call me big time
Crown king when the spit rhymes
Rondo how I dish line
Tony Hawk with the flip grind
I′m on a mission, so if we ain't giving me head then we spending too much time
Operation AR Yum time
Operation AR Yum time

Chubby nigga always had faith, in the winter looking at the sun shine
I ain′t ever have to shoot a nigga but I'm cool with nigga′s on the drum line
Momma love always raised me
Grandparents always raised us
So it's only right I teach the youth the shit I learned when I came up
Always too the humble route but that don′t mean I won't knock a nigga out
Older nigga's use to doubt, now they want a nigga clout
Puerto Rican rum and eggnog
Bitches love me for my fat bars
Parodies I′m going that hard, even skinny nigga′s screaming fat god
Wow, rapper's they came up and down
Take a look who′s still around
Look at me now, State Land we running the town
State Land we running the town bow
Call me Nas with the ether, Snoop Dogg with the reefer
Money Mitch with the beeper, and Nate Dogg with the features

Big Time, call me big time
Crown king when the spit rhymes
Rondo how I dish line
Tony Hawk with the flip grind
I'm on a mission, so if we ain′t giving me head then we spending too much time
Operation AR Yum time
Operation AR Yum time