Originally Posted by BigSoundz (Post 575724)

Lyrics From a song I wrote

Everybody tryna be somebody their not
You can really see the change when they make it to the top

Whatever happened to "if I make it then we make it" Now you sitting VIP and your homies are in the basement?

The look upon their face is
saying that they disgraced with
All the fake and fraudulent moves that you be making
Ain't this... About a bitch
You suppose to bring em out the hood Not keep em up in the Shit.

Now you making songs about them asking for Shit? Motherfucker cause they need that Shit what the fuck

If I got it then you got it hell...You can reach into my pocket grab it out of my Wallet.
I don't care if it makes it back to me, cause truthfully. It don't mean shit to me...

But let these other rappers tell it
they be wilin and yellin..
Ducking all these felonieeeeeees
Tell me pleaseeeee
Howww is you selling keeeeys
Out ya momma room.
not literally your momma rooom
It's her house, yeah you got a room but really it's yo mommas room
You ain't gotta lie to be cool.
Just bring some sticky with you.
And be you.
That's all you need, and a little bit of Hennessy
I know you feeling meee
You gotta be

Yeah you gotta be

And what the fuck happened to hip hop.
It's like the Shit stopped 2013 young thug hit the scene and the ship rocked..

Or was it way back when they shot Pac.


I don't know I be thinking alot
Like will I make it or not
Because so many people accept the bullshit how is it acceptable bitch
When I got the pencil gripped and it's loaded with a million clip

Taking aim at my local rappers looking for fame

Step up your game
Choking hazard when you speaking my name

Threaten your brain
known to spazz
Got the shovel start digging your grave

But I'm off that
Making you so mad type in all caps
Like fuck big soundz whoa boy fall back
Don't you know it's just rap?
Even though you know I'm better
Flow is clever
Molding my destiny
Holding it steadily
Rolling the best of weed
Hoping it's getting it me
And my family to where we meant to be

Why's everybody in the state of Indiana
Tryna hate on any man that's tryna make it with this music
I influence positivity and I produce alot of heat on any beat you choose to give to me

Flowing with my gramma understand I'm from another planet I can't stand it dammit seeing all the money that rappers get handed
And they be giving you all this bullshit
Well I'm here to change game make it do a full flip
If you hating on my lane you can pull dick
I ain't playing game s with you lames
I'll drill my name into ur brain yeaaaaa

But it's all love, I ain't tryna hurt your pride
Tryna make your passion rise make you wanna write
Make you wanna make some music that you actually feel
Instead of serving up this hate
you just fake to be real
My rhyme book should be made up of steel
You guys shook my lyrics give you the chills
The time it took for to make it right here
As I appear at the top of the game shouting my name
Big soundz!!