BIG TYME (feat. Swizz Beatz)

Survivin' R. Kelly, registered pedophiles

Tried to feed all my **** and spread the cheddar round

Got a castle in Cali where I quote Qu'ran

It's a mansion full of gods till I pass the baton

I bow my head, you know what's next

I say my prayers, hands across my chest

Breakin' shackles, I'm that **** disobeyin' his master

Paper chasin', standin' still, this is a fuckin' disaster

Emmet Till, cement shoes, can I live? My mama rent due

Penal systems come to The Source, Benzino of C-notes

G don't wanna see it unless it Moschino

It ain't really real until it's a kilo

I just spoke to Meech, I think I'm Pacino

I just spoke to Meech, I think I'm Pacino

BIG TYME, I just do it BIG TYME

All my **** really do it BIG TYME

Lil' **** but we do it BIG TYME

Started with a nickel rock, now I'm BIG TYME

BIG TYME, BIG TYME, BIG TYME

Lookin' in the mirror, ****, yeah, you're BIG TYME

They hated on you, dawg, but you're BIG TYME

Talk behind your back 'cause you BIG TYME

BIG TYME, BIG TYME

You a bad bitch, shawty, but you BIG TYME

Yeah, you got small feet but you BIG TYME

Bad bitches, BIG TYME

Real **** gotta do it BIG TYME

Two-seater, BIG TYME

Throw your keys to your bitch, ****, BIG TYME

BIG TYME, BIG TYME, BIG TYME, BIG TYME

My mama gotta come to me because I'm BIG TYME

BIG TYME, real ****, BIG TYME

I don't give a fuck, bitch, 'cause I'm BIG TYME

Till the day I die, I swear to God, I'm BIG TYME

I pray somebody tell you 'bout these bumpy roads

Only maps to follow is your bible quotes

And all them things your grandmother and father spoke

I watch your actions not just captions in the shit you post

Cappin' on ****, that shit'll get you smoked

But if you rap a lil' different that shit'll get you more

Just like baggin' them nickels up and down different coasts

I be stackin' them tickets, I'm tryna sit wit' Hov'

I be stackin' my tickets , I'm tryna sit wit' hoes

I was washin' the dishes, but now I get to toast

I'm just talkin' to bitches while they sippin' mimosas

We could gossip 'bout the digits, discuss a few numbers

Too many losses inside these trenches, don't let this become us

I just a got a crib in Chile to chill a few summers

Or catch me out in Haiti, still runnin' up numbers

If I look you into your eyes then I made you a promise

Miami Heat, I rep like my name Udonis

Lookin' in the mirror, ****, yeah, you're BIG TYME

They hated on you, dawg, but you're BIG TYME

Talk behind your back 'cause you BIG TYME

BIG TYME, BIG TYME, BIG TYME

You a bad bitch, shawty, but you BIG TYME

Yeah, you got small feet but you BIG TYME

Bad bitches, BIG TYME

Real **** gotta do it BIG TYME

Two-seater, BIG TYME

Throw your keys to your bitch, ****, BIG TYME

BIG TYME, BIG TYME

My barber gotta come to me because I'm BIG TYME

BIG TYME, real ****, BIG TYME

I don't give a fuck, bitch, 'cause I'm BIG TYME

Till the day I die, I swear to God, I'm BIG TYME