The Book Of BIGWES

"SNITCH" is a gritty street anthem that exposes the raw betrayal of loyalty broken under pressure. With dark piano chords, haunting choirs, and bone-crushing 808s, D. Smith delivers a cinematic confession of trust turned treachery. The track paints vivid scenes of brotherhood lost, secrets sold, and the unspoken code of the streets — all through hard-hitting verses and a chant-worthy hook

Snitch

[Verse 1]
There’s a story in these places,
Sit down, I’ll show you all my phases —
Through the trenches, through the mazes,
Now I’m writin' truth on studio pages.

Used to feel pain, now I feel the purpose,
Them bitches played games, now I’m soul-searchin’.
A soldier in the field, not a killer but real,
Still, you scared of the vibe, I don’t need to conceal.

Rollin' out, BMX grind, keepin’ my balance like fate on the line,
You can’t feel this pressure — heart like steel,
But I still got wings, that’s my own kind of shield.

[Hook]
Dream big, I ain’t scared of the climb,
All eyes on me like I’m Pac in his prime.
You can sniff coke, flex cash, bang hoes,
But when it’s done, what you got to show?

Me? I tell stories they scared to admit,
Still stand tall, ain't afraid of no shit.
Made for this path, while y’all still lost,
Grew through the fire, I embrace the cost.

[Verse 2]
I don’t beef with these clowns, I’m too busy liftin’,
They flex with a cup, I flex with ambition.
Since 12, I been jumped, narc boys tryna fold me,
Didn’t snitch — pops woulda sent 'em holy.

Now they either dead or locked in a cell,
I just leveled up, let karma give ‘em hell.
Dreamin’ like Biggie, but my body's lean,
Flow too rich, bitches cross seas for a scene.

White as snow but I spit like heat,
Skinny G with the style, still sweepin’ the street.
Broke boys tryna clone my wave,
But I walk like a boss — built, not made.

[Hook]

[Outro]
Smokin' with my dad when I was just 14,
Now I feed my fam off a rap dream.
Lil sis livin’ good, I make that life, provide,
While my bro mix rock with a new type vibe.

Dress cold, I walk bold, approach like I own,
Even them haters be sayin' I’m grown.
I’m a product of pain, but I turned that to gold,
Only real ones know the story I told.

[Hook]

My Epistle

BIGWES

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