Artist: Future f/ Shawty Lo
Album:  True Story (Mixtape)
Song:   Bigger Picture
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

It ain't all about the ice, all the nights a nigga 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 nigga dead God bless his soul (yeah)

[Verse 1 - Future]
Er since my grand daddy died (what), I ain't been the same nigga (nope)
And sickle cell (where) all inside my lil sister
I'm fucked up inside, put mo lean inside my system
Every day I tell God I wish Snoop was still living
I ain't forgot about ya nigga, Free band gang winning
I do shit fo Lonzo, a junkee stabbed my nigga
Dat could of been me serving, you don't know the half my nigga
Da weight I'm dealing with, I just might start killing shit
I hit the studio vibing, spitting the realest shit
I shoulda seen a psychiatrist, I was built fo dis
On the road of riches ain't about a bitch
No DVSs, no wink & kiss, paid dues are overdue
Dis shit ain't bout my neck or wrist, real shit (true story)

[Chorus]
It ain't all about the ice, all the nights a nigga 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 nigga 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 into I get dat cream (yeah)
I keep it G who keep it G with me
I fuck with who gon fuck with me (yeah)
It ain't all about these bitches, death to you snitches
I'll die by these riches (yeah)
I'm on ah countership with Ceelo, Rest in peace to Prime
And free my nigga Auto (yeah)
You niggaz wanna be LO but you can never be LO
Cause you can never see LO (yeah)

[Chorus]
It ain't all about the ice, all the nights a nigga 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 nigga dead God bless his soul (yeah)

[Verse 3 - Future]
Thousand dolla shots on my face, I'm coolin it
I rock the gold, keepin it basic it ain't bout the gliss
I want the type of check I can make my niggaz rich
Alot of people talk dat loyalty don't know what it is
Have you ever been so broke you don't even wanna live?
So fucked up to the point dat funerals can share the tears
Gotta grind so fucking hard the shit bring ya 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 ta run dem m's up mutha fuck the feds
Got my money in a wall, ain't fucking up my bread
I had a talk with the Most High and this is what He said

[Chorus]
It ain't all about the ice, all the nights a nigga 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 nigga dead God bless his soul (yeah)