Fadah - The Bigger Picture Lyrics

My mama coulda won a million on my birthday
If she had known she won a million on my birth day
Niggas tryna make my birthday a shirt day
And even on my birthday it's a work day
I might as well have a sign saying I'm hungry
Cuz I'm gone do bout anything for that check day
When I say anything I mean in a blessed way
Cuz certain shit I just can't take how much the stress weigh
Paranoia that's a drug dealer down fall
Paid tuition that's a college student uplift
3am she a escort booty call
She got class in the morning but she need this
Sellin bricks sell ya body just to read shit
And test on it you can cry when that degree hit
I know you did it did it by yourself ain't need shit
And shout my niggas with degrees in that street shit
I still remember going on Oakley popping fireworks
That was much before we learned how that fire works
And I'm still lookin for a job ma I try to work
But if I take off with this music I'll retire work
Cuz I'm not working when I'm making greatness
Being paid just for being me
And I be biting me myself and I
Oh shit you cold that's the 3 in me

And we out here, ah ah
I'm lookin for a chance to reup, ah ah ah
I'm lookin for a chance to reup, ah ah ah
I'm looking for a chance to reup, ah ah
Cuz I just ran out of hope but we out here, ah ah
I'm lookin for a chance to reup, ah ah ah
I'm lookin for a chance to reup, ah ah ah
I'm lookin for a chance to reup, ah ah
Cuz I just ran outa hope but we out here

I bet you ain't even know you was born already super close to yo goals
It's like a blurry image you know
That's where life puts us
I want you to think about something
You stress like hell when you take steps back in life
But who said that was a bad thing?
As far as I'm concerned
Taking steps back, is the only way to see the bigger picture

Still remember the sibling singing group called Brother
Still remember the pop cans for the bike muffler
We was just playing killa man two hand touch em'
Now we all hustlers
And pops like "I had every pair of ones they was all custom
The real 9' 69th why y'all keep fussin"
He never hustled might've banged but he made something
When something turn to nothing
We lace em up and get out here, ah ah

We lookin for a chance to reup, ah ah ah
We lookin for a chance to reup, ah ah ah
We looking for a chance to reup, ah ah
Cuz we just ran outa hope but we out here, ah ah
We lookin for a chance to reup, ah ah ah
We lookin for a chance to reup, ah ah ah
We lookin for a chance to reup, ah ah
Cuz we ran outa hope but we out here

And I'm, out here, grinding, for a, reason, I'm gone, feed my, family

Cuz I just ran outa hope but we out here
Cuz I just ran outa hope but we out here