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BIG TUCK
164
Hip-Hop/Rap
BIG TUCK was released on May 10, 2024 by Horace Gaither as a part of the album Miss Sissy Grandson
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Release DateMay 10, 2024
LabelHorace Gaither
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM67

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Horace Gaither
Horace Gaither
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Horace Gaither
Horace Gaither
Lyrics
Emmanuel white
Emmanuel white
Composer
Joshua McBride
Joshua McBride
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer
Dohboiii
Dohboiii
Producer
Pryvitt
Pryvitt
Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
And I do this all for my partners
Rode to the top when I borrowed the whip from my mama
And I been the realest of ****
Go tell Ms. Gaither that she made a motherfuckin' problem
Nah I ain't feelin these ****
I don't got friends in this shit
My revenge in this shit
See they fearing the energy ****
All of them finished If I want your listeners
Benjamin's
I take the benefits ****
08' knew I never was y'all kind
Bro move around
Pops said rappers just lie
Don't get in line
Half of y'all ain't all In
Please put it down
Ima need ten times fo' twenty-nine
Crying out, "God, I'm wrong just gettin mine?"
Same time squad, I'm on, these **** hide
You and yo guys all flaw, aint one of mine
Me and my boys Hot Boys meet Goodie Mob
Speaking perspectives, all to get porches
Doodas pulled up with a ski mask on had to tell bro chill **** gotta act corporate
Gotta keep distance
I don't trust handshakes
Rey call man-man handle es business
Thinkin I'm trippin
Trust these four walls around me
Stand ins throwing off vision
Walk like Hypocrite watching me trip on the sums
Ever since a youngin I wanna be like my big brother when he rocked the Gold in his Gums
All my life I knew es shit more than the money, but they couldn't play with the funds
No stain on me Lil Horace been the one
Everything industry selling me, lies in yo Melodie's
Still, they ain't tellin me nun
Finding right and wrong
Walk until we fall in place
Take me by my arm
If I die before I wake
Finding right and wrong
Walk until we fall in place
Take me by my arm
If I die before I wake
Stuck in the beast
When my city was hundred degrees
I was fifteen with something to seize
Made a way when they ran into me
With the weight of the world on my wrists
Ran this shit up Its part of the genes
**** I grew up hittin the Shizz
Step out, chest out how i lean
I was stretching my palms to reach something
Coming up I see y'all chase top 5 in the city like et rlly mean something
I touch a heart when I step on a symphony
Swearing these **** ain't seen nun
Dodging reluctance, chasing the day
The lease on backend minimum wage
Late night calls I keep up the pace
I know the squad Tired
We stuck in a maze we running in place
And I know that God Watch
Some angels look over telling me wait
Some of us died
Cried because we parted ways before I was Great
No putting aside
Rise I'll carry u home We'll find us a way
I know the squad Tired
We stuck in a maze we running in place
And I know that God Watch
Some angels look over telling me wait
Some of us died
Cried because we parted ways before I was Great
No putting aside
Rise I'll carry u home We'll find us a way
I'm carrying all mine
Born with a City to co-sign
NY to LA we ten deep
When the cardinal hoodie hit coastline
Bought a ticket without no permission
How you hit me and tell me it takes time
Ain't no point if ain't nothing you risking
What y'all **** ain't tryna get Digits?
Told my partna' let's get it and go
I hit my lil cousin when I hit a stage, he thinking I made it it's funny
And I hit my mama when I'm out of town like these people keep callin me country
Catfish eating I'm White Tee stuntin'
0'4 Franchize Boyz how I run it
I told my brother to hold off on trippin he tryna make CEOS run me my money
Trying to say it wasn't for me I done mixed the Static Major with The Black Parade
Trying to say it wasn't for me writing down sixteens in the seventh grade
Skipped school to shoot video When I was fifteen
Word to Sissy May
**** this shit word to Peggy Reese
Whole team locked in getting paid
Half of y'all **** is Throwed
I try to save em with concepts
Acting like industry hoes
I never heard real in they dialect
I never invest in they mindset
The difference between art and the content
Don't slip up make shit I contest
Written by: Emmanuel white, Horace Gaither, Joshua McBride
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