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Rick Ross – BIG TYME Lyrics




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[Intro: Swizz Beatz & Rick Ross]
God, thank you
For blessing me for everything that you’ve blessed me with
They tried to see me down, but we way up
Jesus
Oh this Swizz Beatz talking on a Just Blaze track
Rick Ross on the poetry
Ay, Just, this religious
God dammit, says
Just Blaze

[Verse 1: Rick Ross & Swizz Beatz]
Surviving R. Kelly, registered pedophiles (Damn)
Tried to feed all my niggas and spread the cheddar ’round (God damn)
Gotta castle in Cali where I quote the Qu’ran
It’s a mansion full of gods ’til I pass the baton
I bow my head (Bow my head), you know what’s next (Wooh)
I say my prayers (Wooh), hands across my chest (God damn)
Breaking shackles, I’m that nigga disobeying his master (Oh)
Paper chasing, standing still is a fuckin’ disaster (Oh)
Emmett Till (Emmett Till), cement shoes (Damn)
Can I live? My mamma rent due (Wooh)
Penal systems come to the Source, Benzino of C Notes (Oh)
G don’t wanna see it unless it’s Moschino (Wooh)
It ain’t really real until it’s a kilo (Damn)
I just spoke to Meech, I think I’m Pacino
(Say it again)
I just spoke to Meech, I think I’m Pacino (Ross)

[Chorus: Rick Ross, Swizz Beatz & Both]
Big time, I just do it big time (Hey)
All my niggas really do it big time (God damn)
Lil’ niggas, but we do it big time (Big time)
Started with a nickel rock, now I’m big time
Big time (Big time), big time (Say What)
Looking in the mirror, nigga yeah you’re big time (Ladies and gentleman)
They hated on you, dawg but you’re big time (God dammit)
Talk behind your back ’cause you’re big time (God dammit)
Big time (Wooh), big time (Wooh)
You a bad bitch, shawty but you’re big time
Yeah, you got small feet but you’re big time (Hey)
Bad bitches, big time
Real niggas gotta do it big time (Big time)
Two seater (Woohoo), big time (Oh)
Throw the keys to the bitch, nigga big time
Big time, big time, big time, big time, big time
My momma gotta come to me because I’m big time (Wooh)
Big time, real nigga, big time (Hey)
I don’t give a fuck, bitch ’cause I’m big time (Big time)
Til the day I die, I swear to God I’m big time
Amen (Amen Ross)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross & Swizz Beatz]
I pray somebody tell you ’bout these bumpy roads (Woo)
Only maps to follow is your bible quotes (Yes)
And all them things your grandmother and father spoke (Yes)
I watch your actions not just captions in the shit you post (Jesus)
Cappin’ on niggas, that shit’ll get you smoked (Oh)
But if you rap a lil’ different, that shit’ll get you more (Woo)
Just like baggin’ them nickels up and down different coasts (Ah)
I be stackin’ them tickets, I’m tryna sit with HOV (Oh)
I be stackin’ my tickets, I’m tryna sit with HOV (A billi’)
I was washing the dishes, but now I get to toast (Woah)
I’m the talk of the bitches while they sippin’ mimosas (What’s up?)
We could gossip ’bout the digits, discuss a few numbers (Talk to me)
Too many losses inside the trenches, don’t let this become us (Wow)
Big time, Maybach Music (God damn)
I just got a crib in Chile to chill a few summers (God damn)
Or catch me out in Haiti, still running up numbers (God damn)
If I look into your eyes, then I made you a promise
Miami Heat, I rep like my name was Udonis (Damn)

[Chorus 2: Rick Ross, Swizz Beatz & Both]
Looking in the mirror, nigga yeah you’re big time (Damn)
They hated on you, dawg but you’re big time (Oh)
Talk behind your back ’cause you’re big time
(Wo wo wo wo wo)
Big time (Big time), big time (Hey)
You a bad bitch, shawty but you’re big time (What’s up)
Yeah, you got small feet but you’re big time
Bad bitches, big time
Real niggas gotta do it big time
Two seater (Woo), big time
Throw the keys to the bitch, nigga big time
Big time (Woo), big time
My barber gotta come to me because I’m big time
Big time (Woo), real nigga, big time (What’s up)
I don’t give a fuck, bitch ’cause I’m big time
Til the day I die, I swear to God I’m big time

[Outro: Swizz Beat]
I know you’re big time
It’s your time to shine

Maybach Music




Vic Mensa feat. Mr. Hudson – Almost There Lyrics




(Verse 1 – Vic Mensa)
This for all my fans that say they want that old Vic
I’ve grown too much to ever be the old Vic
I’m new and improve call me Vic 2.0
Still making two points every time I move an O
That’s the hustler talk for ya
I’m rapping like a Google Home the way talk to ya
I gave my all to ya, you can judge it as you may
I know life’s a bi**h, but every dog has its day, hey
When I get low, this is how I fly away
You thank me, no thank you, you the reason I’m alive today
That’s no exaggeration, I’m just glad you’re listening
Me and Dion got more soul than your grandma kitchen
And we been cooking up this s**t for little Vic
That 12 year-old kid that only wanna hear that real s**t
This is a thank you letter to all my fans
For coming along for the ride with me, we almost there

(Chorus – Mr. Hudson)
I feel it coming
I’m almost there, I’m almost there
It’s so close, I can taste it
It’s in the air, it’s in the air

(Verse 2 – Vic Mensa)
They judge you by your past and try to predict your future
But I got kings in my bloodline, I’m Mensa Musa
My dad came from Africa, he was the first to leave
From humble beginnings in that village to the birth of me
Birth of a Nation, shout out to Nate Parker
They take the spotlight off you if you a shade darker
But we made our own American on this cotton field
Till we got a black millionaire for every Emmett Till
I’m representing, I’m representing, I’m representing
To my piece of American pie is never ending
You know pi, never ending, that’s a slick line
This the type of flow that made them f**k with me the first time
But this ain’t my first time like that J. Cole song
I’ma put the pressure on em all, I make coal turn into diamonds
I ride and die with my team
If I was Lebron, I’d never went to the Miami Heat
It’s too much loyalty in me, I’m royalty, no Prince Akeem
So when I’m coming, make sure the royal penis is clean
Call me your highness, I just put a mink on my queen
She married a king, she deserve some Alexander McQueen
And I been balling out like I deserve a championship ring
I’m still a skater boy, I’m flipping out like Avril Lavigne
I tweak on every little thing, that’s why it took me so long
But the album is coming, it’s done for you ni**as, hold on
I set the mode for em, who was hot in the Chi before I, ni**a
N/A, I do not know nah ni**a
Luke Cage, I’m a mother**king fly ni**a
And I’m still alive, I am not afraid to die ni**a

(Chorus – Mr. Hudson)
I feel it coming
I’m almost there, I’m almost there
It’s so close, I can taste it
It’s in the air, it’s in the air

(Outro – Mr. Hudson)
Deep down, everyone’s a rockstar
Right now, I’m the only one to take it this far
Take it this far
Up high in a glass elevator
Look down on my city see ya later
I, I always take it too far