Tragedy to Triumph (feat. Radio B & Illa Styles)

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Big B

Bryan Mahoney, real name and best known by his stage name Big B, is an American rapper currently signed with Suburban Noize Records as a solo artist. Along with John E. Necro, he performs vocals in the rap rock band OPM, which is also signed with Subnoize. more »

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The man in the mirror transcended eras
Should cop the Panamera
Watching our backs, panning the mirrors
Hand up to God Fast and Furious how the good ones die
My eardrums pop I think another good one died
The hood once was rise
Black Wallstreet should be our hallmark
Without the sabotage black families would own the Walmarts
American Pie, American Dream through arrogant eyes
I stare in the sky, and stare at they lies
That ain't the limit, How could it be?
Now i'm Bustin' through the glass ceiling that i shouldn't be
I guess its just the hood in me
My daughter ain't no hood in her
The nerve of us to build our family house in black suburbia
I know that shit disturbin' ya
That's right and any night I perform like Mike
Jordan, Jackson, Blackson you niggas gotta be joking
Crack pipe you niggas gotta be smoking
That fast life got a lot of us open
RIP to Pop Smoke
Many man, wish death upon me
I had to hustle my back to the wall ashy knuckles
Promise that you will sing about me
Hard to be King
But the plan is to show you that I understand
This morning I woke up
It's a new day
Pockets filled with a lot of lent not a cent gotta vent
I'm a champion so I turned tragedy to triumph
And if you don't know now you know, nigga
As far as the industry goes everybody foe
Only a friend when they want you to flow
Shout out to kiss for that, I ain't never missed a rap
Get on the phone end the amber alert and let em' know that the kid is back
I'm still in tact, Front Porch Music look what I did with that
I know they Wonder all the time but I got my vision back
I be on my Marvel shit, y'all be making partial hits
Y'all can Stan I'll end this shit the same way that Marshall did
Park the whip, get off me
Nigga I'm talking saucy
You winnings a long shot, me more like a par three
They say I'm back but I never left like Broad Street
They envy me that's why I'm infamous shout out to Mobb Deep
I'm probably an underdog, took the whole summer off
Y'all be here all the time I'm light years ahead of y'all
Queen Latifah set it off on myself I bet it all
This shit will ruin your whole life like fentanyl
Many man, wish death upon me
I had to hustle my back to the wall ashy knuckles
Promise that you will sing about me
Hard to be King
But the plan is to show you that I understand
This morning I woke up
It's a new day
Pockets filled with a lot of lent not a cent gotta vent
I'm a champion so I turned tragedy to triumph
And if you don't know now you know, nigga
We throw the peace sign up two fingers combined each time
Give glory to God before we feast through the rhymes
Sheesh
Used to rock the ellesse fleece
Til I hit the distro now my pieces
Flood the streets in my region
Water Norwegian to keep the skin glowing
Snapping for Twenty years the real ones been knowing
Fly gangsta mop you up in Rick Owens
Leave 'em with a colostomy bag you keep this shit going
I never trip over milk that's spilt
Don't live with delusions of grandeur or feel guilt
Build with what the universe hands us
Enchanting, the way I work my magic on canvas
The ill-advised get legitimized
My gorilla ties penalize enemies in our eyes
Try to divide but never conquer
Forever a monsta
Leveling skyscrapers a hunnit mile radius
Many man, wish death upon me
I had to hustle my back to the wall ashy knuckles
Promise that you will sing about me
Hard to be King
But the plan is to show you that I understand
This morning I woke up
It's a new day
Pockets filled with a lot of lent not a cent gotta vent
I'm a champion so I turned tragedy to triumph
And if you don't know now you know, nigga

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