Big Mad (feat. J. Blvd)

Anthony Ramirez, Ishmael Sanchez

Why they big mad?
I'm trying to make big moves
With my crew
Nah bro, I don't really
Fuck with you
Get a clue
Rap Game Steve cause
All my bills are Blue
Aye, what it do?
Ultra tired of the bullshit
They talk a lot but
They don't do shit
Aye, what it do?
Ultra tired of the bullshit
We're next up
Imma prove it
Aye
Two Five too Live
Always on Drive
I can never park this shit (Aye)
I started on my own
Now the whole team is lit (Bop)
Getting shit off my chest
Like I body build, yeah (Aye, aye)
Been trying to make that digital dash (Dash)
And stack visible cash (Cash)
Make fantasies into visuals last (yeah, yeah)
I see their success and I don't envy (Nah)
I show love and learn, I'm ready
Putting the Valley on the map (Yuh)
I snap on
Every track I touch
They're like
Ooh that's fire (Aye)
Yeah I've been fighting against
Stereotyping
They're conniving
Shuckin' and jivin' (Ooh)
Can't tell these dudes apart
Just be yourself
You're in denial (Damn)
Applying pressure like
You got a gash (Uh)
You won't last (Uh)
I have a vast view (Ooh)
On the go like
A brick on the gas (Aye)
Check your ego dude
Or you'll stay stuck like
An impasse (Damn)
And fade away like Sinbad (yeah man)
Why they big mad?
I'm trying to make big moves
With my crew
Nah bro, I don't really
Fuck with you
Get a clue
Rap Game Steve cause
All my bills are Blue
Aye, what it do?
Ultra tired of the bullshit
They talk a lot but
They don't do shit
Aye, what it do?
Ultra tired of the bullshit
We're next up
Imma prove it
Aye, why you big mad?
Talkin' real tough, bro
You need to kick back
I be kickin' with my crew
We be countin' big stacks
Imma get a hunnid bands
And imma blow a big bag
Did it on my own cause
I'm the muhfuckin' man
And imma change The Ville
Cause that's the muhfuckin' plan
How you talkin' down on me
But you a muhfuckin' fan?
And why you barking like a dog?
That's the shit I can't stand
You be chasing after hoes
I be chasing after checks
Told my mom I gotta go
Cause I'm blowing up next
Got your bitch on my phone
And she wanna give me sex
Told the bitch to keep the neck
I want money and respect
And I'm all about the talk
If I said it imma do it
How you talkin' hella shit
But you be looking hella stupid
Imma pull up to your block
And imma leave your ass clueless
I ain't even fuckin' with you
But you fuckin' with my music
Bitch
Pa-paow
Why they big mad?
I'm trying to make big moves
With my crew
Nah bro, I don't really
Fuck with you
Get a clue
Rap Game Steve cause
All my bills are Blue
Aye, what it do?
Ultra tired of the bullshit
They talk a lot but
They don't do shit
Aye, what it do?
Ultra tired of the bullshit
We're next up
Imma prove it

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