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Rare Air - Big Thangs Lyrics



Rare Air - Big Thangs Lyrics
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Doing big thangs making mo change
Feed the fam first real nigga campaign
Give a toast to the game she pop it like champagne
Made it in our own lane why you hatin f*ck brain
All we know is hustle 7 days out the week
All work no sleep gotta eat gotta eat
Stay solid not weak from the hills to the streets
Gotta make that doe doe dont make me
Salute to all mah niggas thats been getting money
Aint worried bout a cracker tryna take it from me
Salute to all my ladys thats been getting money
She aint worries bout yours cause she get it like me
You can check our record how we got it off the floor
Started slow motion now that money fast forward
Money callin make a hater wanna stop and press ignore
But the way Im ballin i dont need the backboard
Fresh take a whiff feel a lift catch my drift or get left
Got my pockets right now ima show you how to flex
Big packs big racks bout to run into a check
Got that water drippin on me but I get these hoes wet
Still breaking hoes necks still making lames sweat
Neva test Royal Flesh we still got it on deck
Leave the scene in a mess my niggas riding till the death
Like the nerve of this nigga
Had to bring it out his chest
Ain't no playing wit a pest put the raid on his nest
Rotten roaches tryna eat but my beef hard to digest
Mister Moore never less chasing pros to progress
One of the cons is the stress but I know that im bless
Cause My God is the best
And my faith is the best
I don't worry about the rest
That petty shit no address
Fam first dont second guess put a pawn in ya chest
Doing big thangs making mo change
Feed the fam first real nigga campaign
Give a toast to the game she pop it like champagne
Made it in our own lane why you hating f*ck brains
All we know is hustle 7 days out the week
All work no sleep gotta eat gotta eat
Stay solid not weak from the hills to the streets
Gotta make that doe doe dont make me
Im in the left lane like f*ck a lame
If they hating on ya boi I musta' left a big stain on they brain
Why should I change I handled mines thru everything and anything
And like a G I still remain the same thru all the pain
Now Im riding clean wit the good grains all in the frame
Wit a Pretty face dame behind wet paint same color champagne
Obamatize my whole campaign
We out here like make mo change
Make mo change make mo change Yeah
Salute to all mah niggas see our name getting bigger
They be screaming Fam Tight while we stand and deliver
We been going live on the chase for 7 figures
But if a nigga want shots serve em like a bartender
Never been a hoe nigga always been a go getter
Big dawg off the chain but mah collar on glitter
Doing big thangs making mo change
Feed the fam first real nigga campaign
Give a toast to the game she pop it like champagne
Made it in our own lane why you hatin f*ck brain
All we know is hustle 7 days out the week
All work no sleep gotta eat gotta eat
Stay solid not weak from the hills to the streets
Gotta make that doe doe dont make me
Salute to all mah niggas thats been getting money
Aint worried bout a cracker tryna take it from me
Salute to all my ladys thats been getting money
She ain't worried about yours cause she get it like me
You can check the record how I got it off the floor
Started slow motion now that money fast forward
Money calling make a hater wanna stop and press ignore
But the way I'm ballin I don't need the backboard Yeah
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Doing big thangs making mo change
Feed the fam first real nigga campaign
Give a toast to the game she pop it like champagne
Made it in our own lane why you hatin f*ck brain
All we know is hustle 7 days out the week
All work no sleep gotta eat gotta eat
Stay solid not weak from the hills to the streets
Gotta make that doe doe dont make me
Salute to all mah niggas thats been getting money
Aint worried bout a cracker tryna take it from me
Salute to all my ladys thats been getting money
She aint worries bout yours cause she get it like me
You can check our record how we got it off the floor
Started slow motion now that money fast forward
Money callin make a hater wanna stop and press ignore
But the way Im ballin i dont need the backboard
Fresh take a whiff feel a lift catch my drift or get left
Got my pockets right now ima show you how to flex
Big packs big racks bout to run into a check
Got that water drippin on me but I get these hoes wet
Still breaking hoes necks still making lames sweat
Neva test Royal Flesh we still got it on deck
Leave the scene in a mess my niggas riding till the death
Like the nerve of this nigga
Had to bring it out his chest
Ain't no playing wit a pest put the raid on his nest
Rotten roaches tryna eat but my beef hard to digest
Mister Moore never less chasing pros to progress
One of the cons is the stress but I know that im bless
Cause My God is the best
And my faith is the best
I don't worry about the rest
That petty shit no address
Fam first dont second guess put a pawn in ya chest
Doing big thangs making mo change
Feed the fam first real nigga campaign
Give a toast to the game she pop it like champagne
Made it in our own lane why you hating f*ck brains
All we know is hustle 7 days out the week
All work no sleep gotta eat gotta eat
Stay solid not weak from the hills to the streets
Gotta make that doe doe dont make me
Im in the left lane like f*ck a lame
If they hating on ya boi I musta' left a big stain on they brain
Why should I change I handled mines thru everything and anything
And like a G I still remain the same thru all the pain
Now Im riding clean wit the good grains all in the frame
Wit a Pretty face dame behind wet paint same color champagne
Obamatize my whole campaign
We out here like make mo change
Make mo change make mo change Yeah
Salute to all mah niggas see our name getting bigger
They be screaming Fam Tight while we stand and deliver
We been going live on the chase for 7 figures
But if a nigga want shots serve em like a bartender
Never been a hoe nigga always been a go getter
Big dawg off the chain but mah collar on glitter
Doing big thangs making mo change
Feed the fam first real nigga campaign
Give a toast to the game she pop it like champagne
Made it in our own lane why you hatin f*ck brain
All we know is hustle 7 days out the week
All work no sleep gotta eat gotta eat
Stay solid not weak from the hills to the streets
Gotta make that doe doe dont make me
Salute to all mah niggas thats been getting money
Aint worried bout a cracker tryna take it from me
Salute to all my ladys thats been getting money
She ain't worried about yours cause she get it like me
You can check the record how I got it off the floor
Started slow motion now that money fast forward
Money calling make a hater wanna stop and press ignore
But the way I'm ballin I don't need the backboard Yeah
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Writer: Steven Moore
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Performed By: Rare Air
Length: 3:51
Written by: Steven Moore

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