Big Boy Shit

I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit Still on my big boy shit, yeah Better equipment, voice comin' through clear Out here got me soundin' like the old school Rice I'm tellin' you, things been right since I tuned my life A horn of plenty on my plate since my thoughts been clear Plenty of plans on my plate to execute this year That punk-ass virus is done knockin' niggas out the box It's still around But less and less gettin' laid in the ground from it I guess herd immunity done kicked in Or that vaccine that kicked the new man's best friend And since it's safe to go outside again, fuck it, truck it Get your motherfuckin' money up and win I done got back to wrenchin' on them old cars again Big-ass engines with LSD makin' them tires spin Yeah, yeah, get back to bein' grown up Let's get some chicken in this thang Get back to big and blow up I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit One thing I did right in life, I got solid friends People that'll ride with a muthafucka to the end For real, that part of my life is gravy I keep shit off my shingle, I don't fuck with shady Keep the circle nice and tight, damn near a fuckin' dot Stop rollin' with the topside, man, them niggas hot For real, grown up, but I had to grow up more Man, that wasn't cool, I put down my life to clean up yours But not anymore I feel Mitchy Slick, it's time for bloods to elevate Fuck apartment livin', it's time to go get a gate I was chillin' with Sly Russ Jr He like Rice, Blackhawk livin', it's comin' here sooner Then you think I'm finna buy a house in Danville, Pronto Fix my credit up and hilly-holly hop in a condo And I'm knowin' he could do it, genius brain under the wig Get on that Robert Kiyosaki shit, it's time to think big I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit He who control the worker bee the ones gettin' money My old motto was fuck bitches, get money My new motto, nigga, fuck bitches, get money Be grindin' hard all year, snow, rain, sunny I ain't makin' no more club shit, just grindin' anthems Let's get up off the risky shit, fuck takin' stupid chances So pull them Big Boy pants up and clean it up That's what's up, yo bitch is here, I'm finna go bust me a nut