Intro: Swizz Beatz & Rick Ross
God, thank you 
For blessing me for everything that you've blessed me with 
They tried to see me down but we way up, Jesus! 
Oh this Swizz Beatz talking on a Just Blaze track 
Rick Ross on the poetry 
Ay, Just, this religious 
God dammit, say (somewhat) 
Just Blaze

Verse 1: Rick Ross & Swizz Beatz
Surviving R. Kelly, registered pedophiles (Damn) 
Tried to feed all my niggas and spread the cheddar 'round (God damn) 
Got a castle in Cali where I quote the Qu'ran (Woo!) 
It's a mansion full of gods 'til I pass the baton 
I bow my head (Bow my head) you know what's next (Woo!) 
I say my prayers (Woo!) hands across my chest (God damn) 
Breaking shackles, I'm that nigga disobeying his master (Oh) 
Paper chasing, standing still is a fuckin' disaster (Oh) 
Emmett Till (Emmett Till) cement shoes (Damn) 
Can I live? My momma rent due (Woo!) 
Penal systems come to the Source, Benzino of C-notes (oh) 
G don't wanna see it unless it's Moschino (Woo!) 
It ain't really real until it's a kilo (Damn) 
I just spoke to Meech, I think I'm Pacino (Say it again) 
I just spoke to Meech, I think I'm Pacino (Ross)

Chorus: Rick Ross, Swizz Beatz & Both
Big time, I just do it big time (Hey) 
All my niggas really do it big time (God damn) 
Lil' niggas but we do it big time (Big time) 
Started with a nickel rock now I'm big time (Rrah rrah) 
Big time (Big time) big time (Say what?) 
Looking in the mirror, nigga yeah you're big time (Ladies and gentleman) 
They hated on you, dawg but you're big time (God damn) 
Talk behind your back cause you're big time (God damn) 
Big time (Woo!) big time (Woo!) 
You a bad bitch, shawty but you're big time (Zone zone zone) 
Yeah, you got small feet but you're big time (Hey) 
Bad bitches, big time 
Real niggas gotta do it big time (Big time) 
Two seater (Woo woo) big time (Oh) 
Throw the keys to the bitch, nigga big time (Big time) 
Big time (Big time) big time (Big time) 
My momma gotta come to me because I'm big time (Woo!) 
Big time, real nigga, big time (Hey) 
I don't give a fuck, bitch cause I'm big time (Big time) 
Til the day I die, I swear to God I'm big time 
Amen (Aw man, Ross)

Verse 2: Rick Ross & Swizz Beatz
I pray somebody tell you 'bout these bumpy roads (Woo!)
Only maps to follow is your bible quotes (Yes)
And all them things your grandmother and father spoke (Yes)
I watch your actions not just captions in the shit you post (Jesus!)
Cappin' on niggas, that shit'll get you smoked (Oh)
But if you rap a lil' different, that shit'll get you more (Woo!)
Just like baggin' them nickels up and down different coasts (Ah ah)
I be stackin' them tickets, I'm tryna sit with Hov' (Oh)
I be stackin' my tickets, I'm tryna sit with Hov' (A billi')
I was washing the dishes but now I get to toast (Woah)
I'm the talk of the bitches while they sippin' mimosas (What's up?)
We could gossip 'bout the digits, discuss a few numbers (Talk to me)
Too many losses inside the trenches, don't let this become us (Wow)
Big time (Maybach Music) God damn
I just got a crib in Chile to chill a few summers (God damn)
Or catch me out in Haiti, still running up numbers (God damn)
If I look into your eyes then I made you a promise
Miami Heat, I rep like my name was Udonis (Damn)

Chorus: Rick Ross, Swizz Beatz & Both
Looking in the mirror, nigga yeah you're big time (Damn)
They hated on you, dawg but you're big time (Oh)
Talk behind your back 'cause you're big time (Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Big time (Big time) big time (Hey)
You a bad bitch, shawty but you're big time (What's up?)
Yeah, you got small feet but you're big time
Bad bitches, big time
Real niggas gotta do it big time
Two seater (Woo!) big time
Throw the keys to the bitch, nigga big time
Big time (Woo!) big time
My barber gotta come to me because I'm big time
Big time (Woo!) real nigga, big time (What's up)
I don't give a fuck, bitch 'cause I'm big time (Zone zone zone)
Til the day I die, I swear to God I'm big time

Outro: Swizz Beatz
I know you're big time
It's your time to shine
Maybach Music