La'Keith Rashad - AP Time Lyrics

AP, look at the time lately
I been on my grind, bae we
We cannot relax, run me my stacks
And fill up the bag, maybe
He sent me a sign, maybe
The stars have aligned, maybe
I cannot relax, I'm doin' the dash
Just run up the bag baby
I stuck to the script aye
Now we touchin' on M's aye
Copped me whip aye
I don't need me a Lyft ooh
I been had this skill
If I chose streets woulda had niggas killed
All the nights when we didn't have meals
Look at my life swear this shit got me chills
Bought ma duke house and I paid all her bills
Wrote pop a check then I handed him keys
Nourish my seeds, it's nothin' they need
She gave me my worlds, give the world to my queen
Back in them trenches I visioned this dream
Made some decisions and got to the cream
Pip riding shotgun, a hell of a team
We made it look easy it's not what it seems
Picture this scene, block bleed in the four
It's a Little World in and out of the store
Corner was poppin' right at the Jumbo
What a beautiful place and you never could go
That's where we started now look where we at
House in the hills and shit load of plaques
Bro gave me this beat now I'm givin' you facts
This life we got push to the max
AP, look at the time lately
I been on my grind, bae we
We cannot relax, run me my stacks
And fill up the bag, maybe
He sent me a sign, maybe
The stars have aligned, maybe
I cannot relax, I'm doin' the dash
Just run up the bag baby
This my real life, come take a look see
This wasn't overnight, feel like a lifetime it took me
I came from nothin' & I made it to the big league
I came from nothin' & I made it to the big league
Mob ties with some killaz bitch wuz haanin
Blood ties with the family woo wuz brackin
I came from nothin' & I made it to the big league
I came from nothin' & I made it to the big league
Big Shad authentic, I can't f*ck wit no fugaze
Everything I said yeah I meant bitch don't play me
Southside it was four of us in 44, no Jay Z
I came up where next door, seen niggas pushin' up daisies
Tell me have you seen a dead body
Block bleedin' got it lookin' like a red party
Feds runnin' deep kickin' in doors bussin
Shootouts on the corner, everybody runnin' duckin
And I bet y'all gon glorify it, to me this this was hell on earth
My niggas ain't see 18 got faces on these shirts
Got food stamps & section eight lil bitch I'm from the dirt
You can graduate from the glock shots to a pine box in a hearse
Had to navigate thru my opp blocks hella death threats of gettin' murked
I knew I was gifted but this cycle I'm in cursed
I see fiends on they search
Hella demons in these churches
Coulda died in this energy, I rose and saw my worth
This my real life, come take a look see
This wasn't overnight, feel like a lifetime it took me
I came from nothin' & I made it to the big league
I came from nothin' & I made it to the big league