My time ain't going nowhere nigga but that clock is ticking
Ain't bout no presidents then sorry I ain't politicking
My homies robbing niggas f*ck we look like pocket picking
My baby bring me repasado from the liquor store
I bring a bag I'll be right back I'm going to get summoe
I told my brother that I got him no more kicking doors
My cousin went and had a daughter no more pimping hos
It come and goes
Bitch it's really real life f*ck a domain
Cuzzo put that thang to his brain like he Cobain
That shit had me numb all night
Just like cocaine
That shit make me blow up outa spite
Just like propane
I been out here hunting with a knife
For that protein
I been out here clutching for my life
Stay in yo lane
But really
I been out here running for my life
My people tell me that it's time to go
Ok I'm really ready
My childhood readied me for goofy shit and unexpected
Whole lotta wishing I could put some food up in my belly
Whole lotta wishing ma ain't smoke the shit started selling
These niggas tell you that they loyal then they get to telling
These niggas acting like they tough until they through inhaling
You throwing hands?
Throwing bullets?
Or you throwing blades?
You really standing on that shit?
Or you just throwing shade?
I stayed outside to get that bag I didn't go and bathe
I never thought I lost my dad because I didn't behave
I always knew he was a hoe and he got scared away
And till this day it's still a bunch of shit he scared to say
I had to go and switch the flow but I got carried away
I need a billion on the score before I get carried away
They put my homie in them chains and he got led away
Ain't talking paint but you can really die from lead today
Bitch it's really real life f*ck a domain
Cuzzo put that thang to his brain like he Cobain
That shit had me numb all night
Just like cocaine
That shit make me blow up outa spite
Just like propane
I been out here hunting with a knife
For that protein
I been out here clutching for my life
Stay in yo lane
But really
I been out here running for my life
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My time ain't going nowhere nigga but that clock is ticking
Ain't bout no presidents then sorry I ain't politicking
My homies robbing niggas f*ck we look like pocket picking
My baby bring me repasado from the liquor store
I bring a bag I'll be right back I'm going to get summoe
I told my brother that I got him no more kicking doors
My cousin went and had a daughter no more pimping hos
It come and goes
Bitch it's really real life f*ck a domain
Cuzzo put that thang to his brain like he Cobain
That shit had me numb all night
Just like cocaine
That shit make me blow up outa spite
Just like propane
I been out here hunting with a knife
For that protein
I been out here clutching for my life
Stay in yo lane
But really
I been out here running for my life
My people tell me that it's time to go
Ok I'm really ready
My childhood readied me for goofy shit and unexpected
Whole lotta wishing I could put some food up in my belly
Whole lotta wishing ma ain't smoke the shit started selling
These niggas tell you that they loyal then they get to telling
These niggas acting like they tough until they through inhaling
You throwing hands?
Throwing bullets?
Or you throwing blades?
You really standing on that shit?
Or you just throwing shade?
I stayed outside to get that bag I didn't go and bathe
I never thought I lost my dad because I didn't behave
I always knew he was a hoe and he got scared away
And till this day it's still a bunch of shit he scared to say
I had to go and switch the flow but I got carried away
I need a billion on the score before I get carried away
They put my homie in them chains and he got led away
Ain't talking paint but you can really die from lead today
Bitch it's really real life f*ck a domain
Cuzzo put that thang to his brain like he Cobain
That shit had me numb all night
Just like cocaine
That shit make me blow up outa spite
Just like propane
I been out here hunting with a knife
For that protein
I been out here clutching for my life
Stay in yo lane
But really
I been out here running for my life
Ain't bout no presidents then sorry I ain't politicking
My homies robbing niggas f*ck we look like pocket picking
My baby bring me repasado from the liquor store
I bring a bag I'll be right back I'm going to get summoe
I told my brother that I got him no more kicking doors
My cousin went and had a daughter no more pimping hos
It come and goes
Bitch it's really real life f*ck a domain
Cuzzo put that thang to his brain like he Cobain
That shit had me numb all night
Just like cocaine
That shit make me blow up outa spite
Just like propane
I been out here hunting with a knife
For that protein
I been out here clutching for my life
Stay in yo lane
But really
I been out here running for my life
My people tell me that it's time to go
Ok I'm really ready
My childhood readied me for goofy shit and unexpected
Whole lotta wishing I could put some food up in my belly
Whole lotta wishing ma ain't smoke the shit started selling
These niggas tell you that they loyal then they get to telling
These niggas acting like they tough until they through inhaling
You throwing hands?
Throwing bullets?
Or you throwing blades?
You really standing on that shit?
Or you just throwing shade?
I stayed outside to get that bag I didn't go and bathe
I never thought I lost my dad because I didn't behave
I always knew he was a hoe and he got scared away
And till this day it's still a bunch of shit he scared to say
I had to go and switch the flow but I got carried away
I need a billion on the score before I get carried away
They put my homie in them chains and he got led away
Ain't talking paint but you can really die from lead today
Bitch it's really real life f*ck a domain
Cuzzo put that thang to his brain like he Cobain
That shit had me numb all night
Just like cocaine
That shit make me blow up outa spite
Just like propane
I been out here hunting with a knife
For that protein
I been out here clutching for my life
Stay in yo lane
But really
I been out here running for my life
Writer: Malik Brown
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