Rush Hour

Yeah, do you know what I'm sayin'?

Big F

Yo, check it

The Ma came charcoaled, straight out of Pakistan

Spent years living in my car, like a caravan

Eyes in my rearview, on point, you're just para fam

In and out of lanes, avoiding the traffic jam

Catch me in the rush hour, Chris Tucker, Jackie Chan

Eyes low, everybody strapped like the Taliban

New chick's thick, long hair and she's caramel

Knew she tried to fit me in the pic, I turned it parallel

Random nitties on the strip, I'mma grab the sour

The cat asked me how you know I smoke, how can you tell?

Been doing this a long time

You should shout crack to my cousin on my mum's side

Know some real shooters from Brum up to long side

We don't bang on the web, bring it to him on site

Know some real shooters from Brum up to long side

We don't bang on the net, bring it to him on site

I know some man that really 'bout it, on my mum's life

I'm one of them niggas, I can pull it on your mum's life

I don't chill in my hood, I chill on the opp side

Don't act like you don't know, it's Big F, I'm topside

Make music for the streets, self-made and I'm not signed

I do this for the mums, dads and sons that I lost lives

Can't chill with them lost guys

They hate my ambition, come around with their wrong vibes

There's bare food to eat, but you're scheming like you want mine

Forgot when I spent all my money on that one 9

Forgot when I slid round to shh and 19

Forgot how much food that I robbed and I consigned

Forgot about the flake and the benzo I combined

I built lines and lost lines, got birded and I lost time

I was in the prison cell, had me feeling confined

Don't compare me to the best or none

We all know it's Big F, the general, the best in Brum

Never had time to write bars, we're pressing guns

Copper hit your chest and lungs

I couldn't care about the fame or the views

Man already know my name, see my face on the news