Okay I'm all in, f*ck it man I'm all in
I'm tired as hell but I gotta work so I can't call in
Remember back in the day when I used to think I was ballin'
With a throwback jersey and "Phat Heads" we had all them
Damn, they used to tell me "B, never Stress the little things"
Back when Maxwell was still singing about them Pretty Wings
I was just a thirst nigga looking for a pretty thing
Chasing ass trying to get my sir rocked like Diddy drink
Had to get focused, I had to get my shit together
'Cause one day me and my team gonna get rich together
Them stories my G-Pop told me gon' stick forever
They took different measures just so we could sit together
That's why I get mad when I think about Sandra Bland
Or Trayvon Martin & Mike Brown, look understand
Being black ain't easy shit won't tossed underhand
Especially when some people still want us back in the Motherland
But I got other shit going on so f*ck it man
My Uncle Eric need a kidney I'm not stressing Uncle Sam
And Every night I close my eyes I still pray for a donor
I got a bunch a friends around me, still feel like a loner
I'm in my 30's now but don't feel like a grown up
Even though I've been through some shit that the school books never told us
And I done seen some shit that only life can really show us
Man why you think they try to take us out they can't control us
But f*ck it man they owe us, 40 acres and a mule
Instead of that how 'bout we provide our children some better schools
In High School I told my Mama I need better shoes
But that wouldn't happen if all of my grades weren't exceptional
All the role models dead these kids got less to lose
Nobody there to tell these youngings eat their vegetables
Everybody wanna eat nobody wanna bless the food
Write down your goals make sure that they're legible
And old head told me that way back in '03
That's when I was grinding out of my mind man I got no sleep
On a team all by myself nobody coached me
Man I swear I lived off 40 ounces and Wawa Hoagies
In a garage with a session
Rapping all my pain away not know it's depression
Man life can be so hectic
Yea, I love this music shit, Man it's such a blessing
Even if you don't love it my nigga you gotta respect it
I learned a lot from last year, yea I'm on the Up and Up
I took a lot of L's my nigga, shit I had to toughen up
Never will I f*ck this up
Virginia got this shit on lock but when I look at the industry there's not enough of us
But f*ck it man our time gon' come
Too many cloudy days we've faced man our shine gon' come
Yea, keep your faith high man i guess the pastor had it right
I wrote this song at midnight on a train I guess I'm Gladys Knight
"Life After Death" got me thinking 'bout the afterlife
I'm far from my accomplishments so I'm never satisfied
J.Cole with the soul but a hood nigga like "Trap or Die"
So don't confuse me with one of these other rapping guys
I love this music shit yea I give her everything
We're about to settle down all I need is a wedding ring
For the rest of my life I promise to give the best of me
Blood, sweat, and tears and everything else that's left of me
Now everybody waiting for my encore I think it's time for
Me to take over this shit why the f*ck you think I rhyme for
Man, I came a long way from rap tags and mix tapes
Man it took a few years but I finally got my shit straight
Now a nigga doing numbers
And last year in August man I took over the summer
This years about to be dumber
Y'all was sleeping on me man I had to wake y'all out y'all slumber
Now a nigga flow colder than a tundra
Yea nigga i'm gon'
Big B - Best of Me (feat. JoyCherie) Lyrics
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Okay I'm all in, f*ck it man I'm all in
I'm tired as hell but I gotta work so I can't call in
Remember back in the day when I used to think I was ballin'
With a throwback jersey and "Phat Heads" we had all them
Damn, they used to tell me "B, never Stress the little things"
Back when Maxwell was still singing about them Pretty Wings
I was just a thirst nigga looking for a pretty thing
Chasing ass trying to get my sir rocked like Diddy drink
Had to get focused, I had to get my shit together
'Cause one day me and my team gonna get rich together
Them stories my G-Pop told me gon' stick forever
They took different measures just so we could sit together
That's why I get mad when I think about Sandra Bland
Or Trayvon Martin & Mike Brown, look understand
Being black ain't easy shit won't tossed underhand
Especially when some people still want us back in the Motherland
But I got other shit going on so f*ck it man
My Uncle Eric need a kidney I'm not stressing Uncle Sam
And Every night I close my eyes I still pray for a donor
I got a bunch a friends around me, still feel like a loner
I'm in my 30's now but don't feel like a grown up
Even though I've been through some shit that the school books never told us
And I done seen some shit that only life can really show us
Man why you think they try to take us out they can't control us
But f*ck it man they owe us, 40 acres and a mule
Instead of that how 'bout we provide our children some better schools
In High School I told my Mama I need better shoes
But that wouldn't happen if all of my grades weren't exceptional
All the role models dead these kids got less to lose
Nobody there to tell these youngings eat their vegetables
Everybody wanna eat nobody wanna bless the food
Write down your goals make sure that they're legible
And old head told me that way back in '03
That's when I was grinding out of my mind man I got no sleep
On a team all by myself nobody coached me
Man I swear I lived off 40 ounces and Wawa Hoagies
In a garage with a session
Rapping all my pain away not know it's depression
Man life can be so hectic
Yea, I love this music shit, Man it's such a blessing
Even if you don't love it my nigga you gotta respect it
I learned a lot from last year, yea I'm on the Up and Up
I took a lot of L's my nigga, shit I had to toughen up
Never will I f*ck this up
Virginia got this shit on lock but when I look at the industry there's not enough of us
But f*ck it man our time gon' come
Too many cloudy days we've faced man our shine gon' come
Yea, keep your faith high man i guess the pastor had it right
I wrote this song at midnight on a train I guess I'm Gladys Knight
"Life After Death" got me thinking 'bout the afterlife
I'm far from my accomplishments so I'm never satisfied
J.Cole with the soul but a hood nigga like "Trap or Die"
So don't confuse me with one of these other rapping guys
I love this music shit yea I give her everything
We're about to settle down all I need is a wedding ring
For the rest of my life I promise to give the best of me
Blood, sweat, and tears and everything else that's left of me
Now everybody waiting for my encore I think it's time for
Me to take over this shit why the f*ck you think I rhyme for
Man, I came a long way from rap tags and mix tapes
Man it took a few years but I finally got my shit straight
Now a nigga doing numbers
And last year in August man I took over the summer
This years about to be dumber
Y'all was sleeping on me man I had to wake y'all out y'all slumber
Now a nigga flow colder than a tundra
Yea nigga i'm gon'
I'm tired as hell but I gotta work so I can't call in
Remember back in the day when I used to think I was ballin'
With a throwback jersey and "Phat Heads" we had all them
Damn, they used to tell me "B, never Stress the little things"
Back when Maxwell was still singing about them Pretty Wings
I was just a thirst nigga looking for a pretty thing
Chasing ass trying to get my sir rocked like Diddy drink
Had to get focused, I had to get my shit together
'Cause one day me and my team gonna get rich together
Them stories my G-Pop told me gon' stick forever
They took different measures just so we could sit together
That's why I get mad when I think about Sandra Bland
Or Trayvon Martin & Mike Brown, look understand
Being black ain't easy shit won't tossed underhand
Especially when some people still want us back in the Motherland
But I got other shit going on so f*ck it man
My Uncle Eric need a kidney I'm not stressing Uncle Sam
And Every night I close my eyes I still pray for a donor
I got a bunch a friends around me, still feel like a loner
I'm in my 30's now but don't feel like a grown up
Even though I've been through some shit that the school books never told us
And I done seen some shit that only life can really show us
Man why you think they try to take us out they can't control us
But f*ck it man they owe us, 40 acres and a mule
Instead of that how 'bout we provide our children some better schools
In High School I told my Mama I need better shoes
But that wouldn't happen if all of my grades weren't exceptional
All the role models dead these kids got less to lose
Nobody there to tell these youngings eat their vegetables
Everybody wanna eat nobody wanna bless the food
Write down your goals make sure that they're legible
And old head told me that way back in '03
That's when I was grinding out of my mind man I got no sleep
On a team all by myself nobody coached me
Man I swear I lived off 40 ounces and Wawa Hoagies
In a garage with a session
Rapping all my pain away not know it's depression
Man life can be so hectic
Yea, I love this music shit, Man it's such a blessing
Even if you don't love it my nigga you gotta respect it
I learned a lot from last year, yea I'm on the Up and Up
I took a lot of L's my nigga, shit I had to toughen up
Never will I f*ck this up
Virginia got this shit on lock but when I look at the industry there's not enough of us
But f*ck it man our time gon' come
Too many cloudy days we've faced man our shine gon' come
Yea, keep your faith high man i guess the pastor had it right
I wrote this song at midnight on a train I guess I'm Gladys Knight
"Life After Death" got me thinking 'bout the afterlife
I'm far from my accomplishments so I'm never satisfied
J.Cole with the soul but a hood nigga like "Trap or Die"
So don't confuse me with one of these other rapping guys
I love this music shit yea I give her everything
We're about to settle down all I need is a wedding ring
For the rest of my life I promise to give the best of me
Blood, sweat, and tears and everything else that's left of me
Now everybody waiting for my encore I think it's time for
Me to take over this shit why the f*ck you think I rhyme for
Man, I came a long way from rap tags and mix tapes
Man it took a few years but I finally got my shit straight
Now a nigga doing numbers
And last year in August man I took over the summer
This years about to be dumber
Y'all was sleeping on me man I had to wake y'all out y'all slumber
Now a nigga flow colder than a tundra
Yea nigga i'm gon'
Writer: Brent Butler
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