Swag your shit don’t fucking [?]
Aye
Tad’ pop your shit
See, this shit getting wicked
These niggas still roaching the stealing
They run up on me and I’m killing
They can’t know the feeling
My name still be all they mentions
Just been the whole year, but it’s sick
My family don’t feel me
These bitch niggas say they gonna kill me
I’m about to just drop a 50
Wild trip to a millie
Diored up my bitch she believes it put up she’ll never be with me
I stay with my Glizzy
See tricks is for kids. Do you hear me?
You standing on business get near me
If you not, better fear me
Been running through shit like D. Henry
I rap ’bout that field, I was in it
And shout out to Ben
That nigga ain’t never been in it
These niggas a tell for a sentence
I’m solid, that’s different
I’m quick to suit up on the mission
Car got the back end, so I’m chilling
If not than we drilling
Trying to focus on rap, but keep thinking and having these thoughts about robbing and dealing
Either way, I’m a run up a mil’ and we stacking that paper ’til it touched the ceiling
Since the younger been knew I could feel it inside [?] blow up this rap wouldn’t hit
I did Diamond they sparking and glisten
You reach for this shit and you ’bout to go miss
With the sharks make a swim with the fishes
Got kicked out of school ’cause they said I was vicious
‘Stead of stealing from hoes and breaking [?] cuz. I’m surprised I was labeled a menace
Who you know back and forth with yourself? All I needed was help. But they gave me a witness
Went to jail heavy washing them Dishes
I came out that bitch won’t none for vengeance
But the streets they was hot, went and got me a spot in the pot and my pocket start building
Boy, I came from the dirt out of that struggling, heard I just know that you niggas don’t feel me
Try rob boy, you might as well kill me can never go easy, they noticed the semi
No, Bill Cosby you niggas can’t [?]
I stay with my strap [?]
See, this shit getting wicked
These niggas still roaching the stealing
They run up on me and I’m killing
They can’t know the feeling
My name still be in all they mentions
Just been the whole year, but it’s sick
My family don’t feel me
These bitch niggas say they gonna kill me
I’m about to just drop a 50
Wild trip to a millie
Diored up my bitch she believes it put up she’ll never be with me
I stay with my Glizzy
See tricks is for kids. Do you hear me?
You standing on business get near me
If you not, better fear me
Been running through shit like D. Henry
I rap ’bout that field, I was in it
And shout out to Ben
That nigga ain’t never been in it
These niggas a tell for a sentence
I’m solid, that’s different
I’m quick to suit up on the mission
Car got the back end, so I’m chilling
Raw Reflections from the Streets
“Ends” by BigXthaPlug is a gritty and unfiltered look into the struggles and realities of street life. The track’s lyrics paint a vivid picture of hardship, survival, and the constant threat of violence. BigXthaPlug’s storytelling is direct and emotionally charged, revealing how betrayal, distrust, and ambition shape his worldview. The recurring theme of loyalty versus survival stands out, as he balances personal ambition with the harsh lessons learned from his environment. References to family, failed support systems, and the pressure to remain vigilant add depth to his narrative, making the song resonate with anyone who’s faced adversity and felt misunderstood by those closest to them.
Song Credits
- Artist: BigXthaPlug
- Release Year: 2024