Intro: CASH B and Gabe P
I done grinded all my life
ITS THAT TIME
Was Fckd up & put it all on dice
ITS THAT TIME
Uh, From the mud to the sand
From the hood catching cases to Islands catching tans
Uh, I put in work for this shi
Stayin Low so I had to get Ghost for this shi
Uh, just let em know ITS THAT TIME
From the streets of NY nig ITS THAT TIME
Survival is the key
Ask what's the lock I say not being free
Now picture me, not being me (Picture that)
As far as I'm concerned that is not being G
From a town where it go down and go up (Yonkers!)
All I know is don't be the nigga that they blow up
Looking for a sign but
Not the one you throw up
Still in the field lil nig better grow up (better)
Yeah
Imma tell you get low and grind (Get low)
F*ck around, they giving out a shit load of time (Fck around)
Why go to jail for the Rico
When I can get high and go sail in Puerto Rico
Tanning on the Yacht
Use to be the Phantom with the cannon on the block
Or up in the spot
Rubberbandin all the knots
Now it's CASH B
Word to CASH B , I had it planned in the lot
Ghost
Im not the Top Opp
I need the top spot
Til I flat line I will not stop
Grew up in a cold world on some hot blocks
Seen his roof pushed back like a drop top
Seen a cop shot, Ngz shooting like it's shot clocks
Handle heat like a pot top
You could fly over seas, hit the islands & prevail
Or you could die in the streets, stay alive in a cell
In these streets made a name of my own
Stood tall never ducked work claiming the Throne
I deserve all this coming my way
Shi I was rappin We Gon Make It not sure if I was making it home
Cause in the street code breaking the law is legal
They'll wait for you at the crib just to leave you (grrr)
& You can die tryn open your gate
Being greedy catch a bullet in ya face while you're over ya plate
Laid flat, Dead Line, like you close to the date
His mans sick like his side bitch told em "its late" (uhh)
It's no stopping me
Shi we talkin' owning property
& we ain't over no Monopoly
Steppin in the Pradas
Stay Low, Hammer in the cargos
Still got a tan from the Bahamas
Bitch I come from Yonkers
I'll carry the bags for your Momma
& still have you put up in some grabba
Gangsta and a Gentleman
Learned it from the OGs
Started out cool became brothers being Co-Ds
You know these
Streets get dirty I kept my soul clean
Kept it so G, might've Sold weed never sold dreams
Uh, a Product of my environment
Watched the OGs who cooked crack start trying it
Im here for whats mine and I ain't buying it
Firing, been Grindin' so long they thought the Clipse was retiring
I done grinded all my life
ITS THAT TIME
Was Fckd up & put it all on dice
ITS THAT TIME
Uh, From the mud to the sand
From the hood catching cases to Islands catching tans
Uh, I put in work for this shi
Stayin Low so I had to get Ghost for this shi
Uh, just let em know ITS THAT TIME
From the streets of NY nig ITS THAT TIME
Cash B - ITS THAT TIME (feat. Styles P) Lyrics
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Intro: CASH B and Gabe P
I done grinded all my life
ITS THAT TIME
Was Fckd up & put it all on dice
ITS THAT TIME
Uh, From the mud to the sand
From the hood catching cases to Islands catching tans
Uh, I put in work for this shi
Stayin Low so I had to get Ghost for this shi
Uh, just let em know ITS THAT TIME
From the streets of NY nig ITS THAT TIME
Survival is the key
Ask what's the lock I say not being free
Now picture me, not being me (Picture that)
As far as I'm concerned that is not being G
From a town where it go down and go up (Yonkers!)
All I know is don't be the nigga that they blow up
Looking for a sign but
Not the one you throw up
Still in the field lil nig better grow up (better)
Yeah
Imma tell you get low and grind (Get low)
F*ck around, they giving out a shit load of time (Fck around)
Why go to jail for the Rico
When I can get high and go sail in Puerto Rico
Tanning on the Yacht
Use to be the Phantom with the cannon on the block
Or up in the spot
Rubberbandin all the knots
Now it's CASH B
Word to CASH B , I had it planned in the lot
Ghost
Im not the Top Opp
I need the top spot
Til I flat line I will not stop
Grew up in a cold world on some hot blocks
Seen his roof pushed back like a drop top
Seen a cop shot, Ngz shooting like it's shot clocks
Handle heat like a pot top
You could fly over seas, hit the islands & prevail
Or you could die in the streets, stay alive in a cell
In these streets made a name of my own
Stood tall never ducked work claiming the Throne
I deserve all this coming my way
Shi I was rappin We Gon Make It not sure if I was making it home
Cause in the street code breaking the law is legal
They'll wait for you at the crib just to leave you (grrr)
& You can die tryn open your gate
Being greedy catch a bullet in ya face while you're over ya plate
Laid flat, Dead Line, like you close to the date
His mans sick like his side bitch told em "its late" (uhh)
It's no stopping me
Shi we talkin' owning property
& we ain't over no Monopoly
Steppin in the Pradas
Stay Low, Hammer in the cargos
Still got a tan from the Bahamas
Bitch I come from Yonkers
I'll carry the bags for your Momma
& still have you put up in some grabba
Gangsta and a Gentleman
Learned it from the OGs
Started out cool became brothers being Co-Ds
You know these
Streets get dirty I kept my soul clean
Kept it so G, might've Sold weed never sold dreams
Uh, a Product of my environment
Watched the OGs who cooked crack start trying it
Im here for whats mine and I ain't buying it
Firing, been Grindin' so long they thought the Clipse was retiring
I done grinded all my life
ITS THAT TIME
Was Fckd up & put it all on dice
ITS THAT TIME
Uh, From the mud to the sand
From the hood catching cases to Islands catching tans
Uh, I put in work for this shi
Stayin Low so I had to get Ghost for this shi
Uh, just let em know ITS THAT TIME
From the streets of NY nig ITS THAT TIME
I done grinded all my life
ITS THAT TIME
Was Fckd up & put it all on dice
ITS THAT TIME
Uh, From the mud to the sand
From the hood catching cases to Islands catching tans
Uh, I put in work for this shi
Stayin Low so I had to get Ghost for this shi
Uh, just let em know ITS THAT TIME
From the streets of NY nig ITS THAT TIME
Survival is the key
Ask what's the lock I say not being free
Now picture me, not being me (Picture that)
As far as I'm concerned that is not being G
From a town where it go down and go up (Yonkers!)
All I know is don't be the nigga that they blow up
Looking for a sign but
Not the one you throw up
Still in the field lil nig better grow up (better)
Yeah
Imma tell you get low and grind (Get low)
F*ck around, they giving out a shit load of time (Fck around)
Why go to jail for the Rico
When I can get high and go sail in Puerto Rico
Tanning on the Yacht
Use to be the Phantom with the cannon on the block
Or up in the spot
Rubberbandin all the knots
Now it's CASH B
Word to CASH B , I had it planned in the lot
Ghost
Im not the Top Opp
I need the top spot
Til I flat line I will not stop
Grew up in a cold world on some hot blocks
Seen his roof pushed back like a drop top
Seen a cop shot, Ngz shooting like it's shot clocks
Handle heat like a pot top
You could fly over seas, hit the islands & prevail
Or you could die in the streets, stay alive in a cell
In these streets made a name of my own
Stood tall never ducked work claiming the Throne
I deserve all this coming my way
Shi I was rappin We Gon Make It not sure if I was making it home
Cause in the street code breaking the law is legal
They'll wait for you at the crib just to leave you (grrr)
& You can die tryn open your gate
Being greedy catch a bullet in ya face while you're over ya plate
Laid flat, Dead Line, like you close to the date
His mans sick like his side bitch told em "its late" (uhh)
It's no stopping me
Shi we talkin' owning property
& we ain't over no Monopoly
Steppin in the Pradas
Stay Low, Hammer in the cargos
Still got a tan from the Bahamas
Bitch I come from Yonkers
I'll carry the bags for your Momma
& still have you put up in some grabba
Gangsta and a Gentleman
Learned it from the OGs
Started out cool became brothers being Co-Ds
You know these
Streets get dirty I kept my soul clean
Kept it so G, might've Sold weed never sold dreams
Uh, a Product of my environment
Watched the OGs who cooked crack start trying it
Im here for whats mine and I ain't buying it
Firing, been Grindin' so long they thought the Clipse was retiring
I done grinded all my life
ITS THAT TIME
Was Fckd up & put it all on dice
ITS THAT TIME
Uh, From the mud to the sand
From the hood catching cases to Islands catching tans
Uh, I put in work for this shi
Stayin Low so I had to get Ghost for this shi
Uh, just let em know ITS THAT TIME
From the streets of NY nig ITS THAT TIME
Writer: Courtney Barrett
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