Testo Bigger - Lil Poppa

Bigger

Soon as I wake up I get faded
I don’t know how but I made it I don’t know why but they traded
They told me wait my turn and I waited picked my position I played it
Rap shit be driving me crazy but I forget that I’m famous sometimes
All you ever wanted to do was shine nigga you got your chance
And wasn’t none of them niggas there to see you grind some they wouldn’t
understand
Tried to tell them boys it’s gone take time but they had other plans
Shawty say she sick and tired of crying go get another man
Them niggas ain’t sick and tired of dying ok let’s spin again
Took L’s my whole life I’m trying to see what it takes for me to win
I don’t need a friend
I told my lil one won’t nobody take his place until we meet again
I be telling Deedee I ain’t nothing she say you a winner
My heart cold I don’t feel nothing and it’s the middle of December
I’m a superstar to my cousin and they knew me since I was little
I’m a gentleman to my girlfriend and keep shit gangster with my niggas
Even with my name getting bigger and the more pain when you get richer
That shit make me not trust a soul can’t go nowhere without my pistol
I wish I can come and get you
Days turn to months, months turn to years nigga I miss you
Send them niggas away for eternal years if they diss you
You a lucky motherfucker if he missed you
You know my cousin he a hustling motherfucker
He told me whatever it takes I’m with you
He say I wanna see you win Poppa but don’t let them crackers shit you
Late nights on the block with Squeeze but that’s when he was Big Pooh
He was banging big red leave a nigga shit blue
They gone say I’m misled I’m gone say I missed school
Damn my favorite opp dead I must say I miss dude
You niggas know how I play it won’t speak on it but ima get you
Cause I know Jso half of them views on my YouTube
We don’t make the rules we break the rules
I seen the realist niggas make the news
Either this rapping shit or go back to the block I hate to make you choose
I be telling Deedee I ain’t nothing she say you a winner
My heart cold I don’t feel nothing and it’s the middle of December
I’m a superstar to my cousin and they knew me since I was little
I’m a gentleman to my girlfriend and keep shit gangster with my niggas
Even with my name getting bigger and the more pain when you get richer
That shit make me not trust a soul can’t go nowhere without my pistol
I wish I can come and get you
Days turn to months, months turn to years nigga I miss you
Send them niggas away for eternal years if they diss you