Da Bigga Man

I was the bigger man, you used to play ya homies for sum digits man We lost a lot of niggas, I had a heart to heart wit a dead man I’m talking to the money, superstitious I bring da dead back He runnin outta money, he want bred from a decade ago back I don’t owe you niggas, n when my nigga died I took a step back Now it’s foot on necks, ugh I think I got jet lag Nigga from overseas, Nigeria let’s get the big bag Finesse a nigga wit his bitch ass, kick a bitch out wit her bitch ass They hatin on you make yo bread last Fast money life gon break fast Send you on early vacation Bury you under the pavement Ooow Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah I ain’t been seein you lately If I see you we havin a baby She say for granted you taken The feelings you got outdated You leaving a nigga frustrated Can’t wait to show mama I made it Show all my Angels I made it Show all my demons I made it If I ain’t got it I gotta go take it Show all my demons I made it If I ain’t got I gotta go take it I was the bigger man, you used to play ya homies for sum digits man We lost a lot of niggas, I had a heart to heart wit a dead man I’m talking to the money, superstitious I bring da dead back He runnin outta money, he want bred from a decade ago back I don’t owe you niggas, n when my nigga died I took a step back Now it’s foot on necks, ugh I think I got jet lag Nigga from overseas, Nigeria let’s get the big bag Finesse a nigga wit his bitch ass, kick a bitch out wit her bitch ass Diaper on the choppa boy get back Straight to business no chit chat Neighbors say I’m loud but they talkin bout my fragrance When we went down they tried to make you write a statement Ion care who brought that chick she here she up for taken I’m that nigga that had to grow some patience Black and white diamonds not racist Made 1500 on my vacation Lord forgive the fornication F*ck on white girls in college station I had to go change my location Came a long way from starvation This a true story no narration I was the bigger man, you used to play ya homies for sum digits man We lost a lot of niggas, I had a heart to heart wit a dead man I’m talking to the money, superstitious I bring da dead back He runnin outta money, he want bred from a decade ago back I don’t owe you niggas, n when my nigga died I took a step back Now it’s foot on necks, ugh I think I got jet lag Nigga from overseas, Nigeria let’s get the big bag Finesse a nigga wit his bitch ass, kick a bitch out wit her bitch ass