Lyrics:
How you make a hunned thousand in a day?
You got a play, I got a play, I'm on the way
Time is money and I cannot play it safe
Try to draw me I'll be
worried bout a mothafuckin thing
(I ain't neva worried)
Run up these bands, I do more than maintain
Ain't never worried bout a mothafuckin thing
(I ain't
they wouldn't tell
Just to yell mine
One gram and jail time
I knew more than the cops did
Generational sh*t got arrested like Gramps and Pops did
I
[Serv-on]
Boy, I think this the second time you done passed up this sign you goin' the
wrong way main.
[Fiend]
Slow ya role, slow ya role, ya
chasing this dream
I'll never let it go
But I'm no longer a child
No more does time go by slow
I've done my best to keep outta trouble
Then I grew stubble
Knows that I can giddy go
When it's time to get on the M-I-C-R-O-P-H-O-N-E
It's me the hustler 40
With them raggedy seperaters as if it was funky
you're gonna see me walk so fast
Through the door, uh-huh
I think it's time for us to break up, ba-by
We should of never ever been together
You tried
in Washington smokin that shit!
You need to get yourself a life or keep tryin
Or more and more cops'll be dyin, 'cause I am
Sick of seein niggas
Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of day
I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away
Pop the grate at the crack of dawn
Breakbeats and windmills on concrete
Covered by cardboard, seafloor to skyline
Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you shine
That's right sometimes I
One time but no more, won't sleep until the mornin'
Somebody need to take the trash out and I'ma do the chores
Softer than a cactus, put it on like
Refugees
One time, M.O.P. (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Two times, uh, Bumpy Knuckles (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Now the world is in trouble, come on (oh, oh)
Yo, you're
Can't you see I'm easily bothered by persistence?
One step from lashing out at you
You want in, to get under my skin and call yourself a friend
by surprise
Some self referential, incidentally obscured
Living, breathing, fully forming, blazing merit she'd call pure
This is your time
This is your
I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang
the story about
Some little fucking girls that I know
It goes like this
It's so easy for me to make enemies any more, it's sickening
People are looking
give is drama
But I no like palava
No need for wahala
Baby, no time for games
Imma be on my, way, if you ain't got no more to say
This juice - don't
smothered by the streets meaning we're lost.
I grew up in a place where it was go for your own.
Don't get caught after dark roaming the danger zone.
Cause it
I'm so sick, no Coronavirus
We don't snitch, note the code of silence
No pigs, we can smoke and fry 'em
Choke him lifeless, grab him by his throat
normal, right?
Go cold and sell my soul for all the ice?
For more possessions than a poltergeist?
And tell every girl that I love her so I don’t gotta go
ain't got the answers! You ain't got the answers, Sway!
I've been doin' this more than you!
Niggas ain't got the answers for me
You shoulda went
hopin' he might care
Though times is hard, up against all odds
I play my cards like I'm jailin'
Shots hittin' up my spot
Like midnight rains hailin'
Got me
the law,
I'm makin' more money than I ever saw
But still, my nines what I'm alive by
I'm never slippin' to be a victim of a drive-by
But it's still kind
a decision where do you stand
I somewhere in the world
Somewhere in the world some nigga making a mean face
While making a meme wasting time he could have
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