Rice4eveR - Big boy shit

I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit
I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit
I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit
I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit

Still on my big boy shit, yeah
Better equipment, voice comin' through clear
Out here got me soundin' like the old school Rice
I'm tellin' you, things been right since I tuned my life

A horn of plenty on my plate since my thoughts been clear
Plenty of plans on my plate to execute this year
That punk-ass virus is done knockin' niggas out the box
It's still around, but less and less gettin' laid in the ground from it

I guess herd immunity done kicked in
Or that vaccine that kicked the new man's best friend
And since it's safe to go outside again, fuck it, truck it
Get your motherfuckin' money up and win

I done got back to wrenchin' on them old cars again
Big-ass engines with LSD makin' them tires spin
Yeah, yeah, get back to bein' grown up
Let's get some chicken in this thang
Get back to big and blow up

I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit
I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit
I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit
I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit

One thing I did right in life, I got solid friends
People that'll ride with a muthafucka to the end
For real, that part of my life is gravy
I keep shit off my shingle, I don't fuck with shady

Keep the circle nice and tight, damn near a fuckin' dot
Stop rollin' with the topside, man, them niggas hot
For real, grown up, but I had to grow up more
Man, that wasn't cool, I put down my life to clean up yours
But not anymore

I feel Mitchy Slick, it's time for bloods to elevate
Fuck apartment livin', it's time to go get a gate
I was chillin' with Sly Russ Jr
He like Rice, Blackhawk livin', it's comin' here sooner

Then you think I'm finna buy a house in Danville, Pronto
Fix my credit up and hilly-holly hop in a condo
And I'm knowin' he could do it, genius brain under the wig
Get on that Robert Kiyosaki shit, it's time to think big

I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit
I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit
I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit
I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit

He who control the worker bee the ones gettin' money
My old motto was fuck bitches, get money
My new motto, nigga, fuck bitches, get money
Be grindin' hard all year, snow, rain, sunny

I ain't makin' no more club shit, just grindin' anthems
Let's get up off the risky shit, fuck takin' stupid chances
So pull them Big Boy pants up and clean it up
That's what's up, yo bitch is here, I'm finna go bust me a nut

Written by:
R. Brough

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find