More songs by BigWalkDog
Description
Mixer, Recorded By: Anthony "Keys" Villena
Vocals: BigWalkDog
Producer: Blazerfxme
Producer: Byeperfect
Producer: Carter
Masterer: Demetrius Lewis II
Producer: Hefty Beats
Mixer, Recorded By: Jacob Catalano
Assistant Mastering Engineer: Kayla Holland
Mixer, Recorded By: Salvador "Better Call Sal" Majail
Writer: Dajour Jamal Walker
Writer: Daniel Isaiah Morfin
Writer: Malikov Bulat Radikovich
Writer: Vadim Rogozhin
Writer: Vladimir Vasilev
Lyrics and translation
Original
Playa Fly said, "Niggas ask me if I ever reach the top, would I forget about them? "
So I ask you niggas, if I don't reach the top, would y'all forget about me?
Hey.
It been so many times I played it safe, but it ain't safe to play.
Start workin' on my craft, this who I am, I take it day to day.
Picture me a tiger or a bear, I'm tryna break the cage.
Can't think outside the box, the way it's set up, your feet don't leave the pavement.
Told me 'bout the sneak dissin' and shit these niggas do on pavement. Certified graver, somebody paid him, shot up for the neighbor.
You can't walk a mile in these new trainers, Louis V had made it.
We was in the drought on the way out, Gucci Mane had saved me.
I really don't believe in much, never could believe in luck. We was tryna feed the streets, ain't too many believe in us.
So ho, we ain't give a fuck, I was tryna make a buck. Used to have to stay with
Buck just to run my paper up. Now I'm out on TV, on pay-per-view, gotta pay for us.
All my diamonds VVS, you see me, it look like Jacob Cutta.
Been a solid nigga forever, so niggas hate to love me.
Never had big homies or nothin', so ain't no rank above me. Bitch, I'm still the same me, circle boy a down creep.
Ask Wop how they found me, promise I was drownin'.
I don't fuck with too many, ain't too many around me.
Feelin' like I'm Fly, can't even lie, they should be crownin' me.
These niggas should be crownin' me, all of you crownin' me.
Niggas should be crownin' me, they be downin' me, should be crownin' me.
A-a-and keep that shit the same way, go off what your gang say.
If it's your time to leave, it ain't no right place or no wrong place.
The money made me greedy, but don't take that shit the wrong way. More money, more choppers or whatever that that song say.
Hold on, let this song play, I'm speakin' on my life.
And I'm knowin' that I'm famous, but hate cameras and the lights.
And I don't post up on the 'Gram 'cause I ain't fucked up 'bout no likes. And I can put this shit on daily and I don't care about no price.
They ain't even know what happened, they wouldn't have made it through that night.
If I'm just bein' honest, I was Fly way before the flights.
I was him before the ice, Big Wop before the mic.
And it don't make you a killer 'cause you outside with a pipe. 'Cause if shit go down the drain, you gotta bust that ho tonight.
And that mop might save your life, they sellin' dreams, you pay the price.
Tell me you can smell me right. And if all dogs go to Heaven, will I make it to the light?
I don't know.
Big Wop, though.
English translation
Playa Fly said, "Niggas ask me if I ever reach the top, would I forget about them? "
So I ask you niggas, if I don't reach the top, would y'all forget about me?
Hey.
It been so many times I played it safe, but it ain't safe to play.
Start workin' on my craft, this who I am, I take it day to day.
Picture me a tiger or a bear, I'm tryna break the cage.
Can't think outside the box, the way it's set up, your feet don't leave the pavement.
Told me 'bout the sneak dissin' and shit these niggas do on pavement. Certified graver, somebody paid him, shot up for the neighbor.
You can't walk a mile in these new trainers, Louis V had made it.
We was in the drought on the way out, Gucci Mane had saved me.
I really don't believe in much, never could believe in luck. We was tryna feed the streets, ain't too many believe in us.
So ho, we ain't give a fuck, I was tryna make a buck. Used to have to stay with
Buck just to run my paper up. Now I'm out on TV, on pay-per-view, gotta pay for us.
All my diamonds VVS, you see me, it look like Jacob Cutta.
Been a solid nigga forever, so niggas hate to love me.
Never had big homies or nothin', so ain't no rank above me. Bitch, I'm still the same me, circle boy a down creep.
Ask Wop how they found me, promise I was drownin'.
I don't fuck with too many, ain't too many around me.
Feelin' like I'm Fly, can't even lie, they should be crownin' me.
These niggas should be crownin' me, all of you crownin' me.
Niggas should be crownin' me, they be downin' me, should be crownin' me.
A-a-and keep that shit the same way, go off what your gang say.
If it's your time to leave, it ain't no right place or no wrong place.
The money made me greedy, but don't take that shit the wrong way. More money, more choppers or whatever that that song say.
Hold on, let this song play, I'm speakin' on my life.
And I'm knowin' that I'm famous, but hate cameras and the lights.
And I don't post up on the 'Gram 'cause I ain't fucked up 'bout no likes. And I can put this shit on daily and I don't care about no price.
They ain't even know what happened, they wouldn't have made it through that night.
If I'm just bein' honest, I was Fly way before the flights.
I was him before the ice, Big Wop before the mic.
And it don't make you a killer 'cause you outside with a pipe. 'Cause if shit go down the drain, you gotta bust that ho tonight.
And that mop might save your life, they sellin' dreams, you pay the price.
Tell me you can smell me right. And if all dogs go to Heaven, will I make it to the light?
I don't know.
Big Wop, though.