Bigger Picture lyrics

[Chorus: Future]
It ain't all about the ice, all the nights a n*gga sacrificed, yeah
It ain't all about these hoes, I know how it feel to go broke, yeah
It ain't all about the cars, I grind and I grind hard, yeah
It ain't all about these clothes, my n*gga dead, God bless his soul, yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
Ever since my grand daddy died (what), I ain't been da same n*gga (nope)
And sickle cell (where) all inside my lil sister
I'm f*cked up inside, put more lean inside my system
Every day I tell God I wish Snoop was still living
I ain't forgot about ya n*gga, Free band gang winning
I do sh*t for Lonzo, a junkee stabbed my n*gga
That could of been me serving, you don't know the half my n*gga
The weight I'm dealing with, I just might start killing sh*t
I hit the studio vibing, spitting the realest sh*t
I shouldve seen a psychiatrist, I was built for this
On the road of riches ain't about a b*tch
No DVS's, no wink & kiss, paid dues are overdue
This sh*t ain't bout my neck or wrist, real sh*t (true story)

[Chorus: Future]
It ain't all about the ice, all the nights a n*gga sacrificed, yeah
It ain't all about these hoes, I know how it feel to go broke, yeah
It ain't all about the cars, I grind and I grind hard, yeah
It ain't all about these clothes, my n*gga dead, God bless his soul, yeah
[Verse 2: Shawty Lo]
It ain't all about the glitter and the gleam it ain't what it seem, yeah
But I'm grinding like a blender, I'm a whip it 'til I get that cream, yeah
I keep it G who keep it G with me, I f*ck with who gone f*ck with me, yeah
It ain't all about these b*tches, death to you snitches, I'll die by these riches, yeah
I'm on a countership with Ceelo
Rest in peace to Prime
And free my n*gga Auto, yeah
You n*ggas wanna be Lo, but you can never be Lo, 'cause you can never see Lo, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
It ain't all about the ice, all the nights a n*gga sacrificed, yeah
It ain't all about these hoes, I know how it feel to go broke, yeah
It ain't all about the cars, I grind and I grind hard, yeah
It ain't all about these clothes, my n*gga dead, God bless his soul, yeah

[Verse 3: Future]
Thousand dollar shots on my face, I'm coolin' it
I rock the gold, keeping it basic it ain't bout the gliss
I want the type of check I can make my n*ggas rich
Alot of people talk that loyalty don't know what it is
Have you ever been so broke you don't even wanna live?
So f*cked up to the point that funerals can share the tears
Gotta grind so f*cking hard the sh*t bring you to tears
Forgot to call my momma on her birthday God bless the kid
Phone barely ringing now it's ringing till it's dead
I'm bout to run dem m's up mutha f*ck the feds
Got my money in a wall, ain't f*cking up my bread
I had a talk with the Most High and this is what He said
[Chorus: Future]
It ain't all about the ice, all the nights a n*gga sacrificed, yeah
It ain't all about these hoes, I know how it feel to go broke, yeah
It ain't all about the cars, I grind and I grind hard, yeah
It ain't all about these clothes, my n*gga dead, God bless his soul, yeah