Bigdaddy Bigballs Fall

Intro

Yeah, yeah, ayy (skrrt) uh

Put the block on the track, put the smoke on the beat (ha)

Big city heat, little city king, let's go

Verse

I step up, chrome grin, palm on the pen, I'm licensin' sins

You frontin' like a general but you got no plans, just counterfeit wins

Bigdaddy Bigballs, but your pockets lookin' thin, uh

All that loud velvet talk, sound like a wind-up toy again

You clap for cameras, you clap for clout, you clap for friends who vanish

I clap back with receipts, ledger lit like damaged matches

You flex a rented watch, fake chain, plastic manners

I built from the basement, you rented out a mansion for camera glamour

You preach like a prophet, then ghost when the smoke clears

Say you eatin' heavyweight but you're nibblin' on fears

My lines stitch the seam, your seams split at the seams (what?)

You hustle on a hashtag, I'm movin' in the reams

Got a ledger full of hustles, ledger full of grit

You got a resume of stories but no hits on the crypt

Talk big, but your script's thinner than the ink on a receipt

Call me savage but I'm measuring truth in the feats

You trade in illusions, I trade in deliverance

You sell a kingdom for a follow, I'm buyin' longevity, I savor permanence

You bark from the porch, I operate in corridors

You play at the throne, I'm buildin' mine from floors to doors

Big talk, small walk, that's the title of your lore

(ayy) I got receipts, I got records, I got more

Chorus

Bigdaddy Bigballs fall, Bigdaddy Bigballs fall, Bigdaddy Bigballs fall, Bigdaddy Bigballs fall (ha)

Bigdaddy Bigballs stall, Bigdaddy Bigballs stall, Bigdaddy Bigballs stall, Bigdaddy Bigballs stall (uh)

Verse

Check the ledger again, your name's on the rumor column

You buy thunder but ain't learned the grammar of the storm I'm callin'

You front like a boss but your empire's on promo

I move silent, heavy steps, you commercial on the low-o

You floss with a borrowed grin, paint smiles for the timeline

I grind subway to skyline, my credit not confined

You shout at echoes of your own hype, lonely megaphone

I build under pressure, diamonds start as stone

You got three lines of clout, I got chapters of respect

You hire a band of extras just to stand beside your set

Callin' me petty, I call it inventory correction

You got a list of false victories, I'm checkin' collection

You talk big, pocket thin, it's the smallest of crimes

You buy the light but ignore the hours that define

You float on borrowed steam, I'm anchored to the craft

When the smoke clears, there’s a map of the scars on the path

I move like a verdict, you crumble like a rumor

I feed the furnace with deeds, you feed the roomer

Bigdaddy, you a title with no weight, flimsy medal

I topple myths with facts and a steady pedal (skrrt)

You cross the line of hype into the land of awkward calls

I ring the bell, then I watch the record fall

(ayy, ayy) yeah, uh

Bridge

Say my name, say m