Songtext Bigger jeans Rich Homie Quan

Bigger jeans

(Teezyi on the beat)
Yeah
On God, man, I never thought I'll see myself where I'm at today man
That shit a blessing

Knew I would wonder when I knew I was different
Wasn't worried about no clique, wasn't worried about fittin' it
Take these Amiri's back 'cause these racks couldn't fit in these
With all this money that I got, I need bigger jeans (Bag)
Can't hold me back, I got bigger dreams (Can't hold me back, nigga)
Make a scene and I clear a scene (I get these young niggas to air this bitch out)
'Cause I ain't met nobody yet like me, and that's On God 'n 'em

I just spent like fifty on a Plain Jane (I swear I did)
My girl was like don't buy it until I got her the same thing (I bust her down)
I watch what I do 'cause I show my kids things (I know they watching)
I was ballin' with a broke ankle, but I still played (Hey)
I know that Devin gon' be straight because he self maid (My first Quan)
I wish wish that we could talk a little more to keep myself sane (I love it)
My life had flashed before my eyes, I thought that death came
I was in Golden state with that fire way before Steph came
Might hit the dice with Macio but you know it's no low bait (Macio)
I just talked to Neasa the other day, the boy still on Gresham (Big boy)
Them hood clubs love me, we pack that bitch like Coachella (Co', yeah)
How the fuck you go against the Homie? Boy, you know better (Rich Homie, baby)

Knew I would wonder when I knew I was different (Knew I was different)
Wasn't worried about no clique, wasn't worried about fittin' it (I was not worried)
Take these Amiri's back 'cause these racks couldn't fit in these (Nah, they can't it in it)
With all this money that I got, I need bigger jeans (Bag)
Can't hold me back, I got bigger dreams (Can't hold me back, nigga)
Make a scene and I clear a scene (I get these young niggas to air this bitch out)
'Cause I ain't met nobody yet like me, and that's On God 'n 'em

Come on, let it go
Just let it be
Why don't you be you, and I be me
My wrist is froze, you can feel the breeze
Why don't you be you, and I be me
I put my momma through tragedies
I told her one day I shake these streets
Where I come from that shit normal to bleed (Normal to bleed), yeah
Say I fuck on her, she text me, "Stop bugging like a insect"
Know my Lamb' is a target, still drive it through the trenches
Hood nigga take a nat bitch and treat like a princess
I was praying for lil' Joe, the doctor said that it was inches
White boy serving soda, hold up, pull up in that rolls truck
Codeine got me slowed up, free all of the jousters
If you ain't got your blower, do not jump off nan' porch
High school gave up hooping dreams, that pistol in my Jan sport
Remember times we was feeling like we would never win
Homies I won't see again, I still haven't accepted it
Know life's a gamble, but we keep rollin'
Watch out for the task force and kill what harass us

Knew I would wonder when I knew I was different (Knew I was different)
Wasn't worried about no clique, wasn't worried about fittin' it (I was not worried)
Take these Amiri's back 'cause these racks couldn't fit in these (Nah, they can't it in it)
With all this money that I got, I need bigger jeans (Bag)
Can't hold me back, I got bigger dreams (Can't hold me back, nigga)
Make a scene and I clear a scene (I get these young niggas to air this bitch out)
'Cause I ain't met nobody yet like me, and that's On God 'n 'em

Come on, let it go
Just let it be
Why don't you be you, and I be me
My wrist is froze, you can feel the breeze
Why don't you be you, and I be me