Listen to Big Ol Drip (feat. WATCH THE DUCK) by T.I.

Big Ol Drip (feat. WATCH THE DUCK)

T.I.

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
T.I.
Vocals
WATCH THE DUCK
WATCH THE DUCK
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Harris
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
Jesse Rankins
Jesse Rankins
Songwriter
Demetrius Lee Stewart
Demetrius Lee Stewart
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shawty Redd
Shawty Redd
Producer
Elliot Carter
Elliot Carter
Recording Engineer
Tyler Page
Tyler Page
Mixing Engineer
Derek “206derek” Anderson
Assistant Engineer
Ye Ali
Ye Ali
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Still hustlin' at five in the mornin' These retro Jordan's ain't never walked a mile And I'm knowin' no matter what they said, heavy the head Who said shit would be simple? To get rich and stay out the trunks of Lincoln Continental Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental In these streets you either eat or become dinner Ain't shit to win when you already got it all But go from havin' no options to buyin' mansions, Versace and shit You don't know the risk if you ain't carried the weight If you ain't never been down the road that wasn't already paved Some shit I don't remember, And some I'll never forget Ain't nobody give me nothin', ain't nobody tell me shit Big ol' drip Okay, now all did our thang Now, can't nobody tell me a bitch ass thang 'Cause there weren't nobody around when it was me and the squad Trappin' in the shadows, sellin' crack in the dark Push boys, I wonder sometimes it didn't matter to God That I didn't have no hot water and my stomach would growlin' Learned to think outside the box watchin' niggas around me And bein' stupid, that'll have ya ass in the county And bein' dumb'll get ya shot, boy Pay close attention when niggas run in your spot, ready for you to die That's why you better have your head on a swivel and your antennas up Fucked around, get killed by a police the way you reachin', bruh When the odds stacked up against you, if nothin' eventually ain't gained Gotta do more than sit and complain Every album I made was a product of pain You really think you ain't gon' change comin' far as I came? Come on You don't know the risk if you ain't carried the weight If you ain't never been down the road that wasn't already paved Some shit I don't remember, And some I'll never forget Ain't nobody give me nothin', ain't nobody tell me shit Big ol' drip Dangerous lifestyle from jumpin' the turnstile Refused to pipe down, the shit we would burn down Distress is everywhere, some shit you just gotta turn down And ain't no freebies in this shit, you get what you earned now Yeah, you live and you learn but you reap what you sew And your intention ain't what you'll be held accountable for It's your actions, it don't matter what you do for yourself If every time somebody call on you and you ain't no help That ain't no king shit All that stuff you buyin', it don't mean shit On some boost your self-esteem shit 'cause you ain't seen shit Callin' me an activist, stumbled on it by accident You can see I'm passionate but not a politician though On IG I'm killin' that fashion shit, I be drippin' with Raf Simons trench coat, cashmere turtleneck How did I get three piece pinstripe with the collar bar Rose gold cuff link, same as the Audemar? Hey, back against the wall, would you risk it all? I figure if I could get me some, I could get it all Started with a bankroll small as a tennis ball Now in my city I'm big as Pac and Biggie Smalls God with me, whom shall I fear There no more beggin' folk for shit we oughta get ourselves, and Just so I'm clear, what it took to get here, you got no idea For real You don't know the risk if you ain't carried the weight If you ain't never been down the road that wasn't already paved Some shit I don't remember, and some I'll never forget Ain't nobody give me nothin', ain't nobody tell me shit Big ol' drip
Writer(s): Clifford Harris, Jesse Rankins, Demetrius Stewart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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