Lyrics:
all be gathered in a huddle
Made it out the hood
Everything just really happened how it should
Now I'm balling with my niggas on the court
Spending
In a wide body six hund'
With C-Dub and the Mon
Bringing terror like Big Pun
My squad's the bomb
It's play time but never fun
Making bitch niggas run
wasting time on silly things
I'm spending time wit'cha
Nobody racing down the highway in a downpour
Nobody want to go the extra mile anymore
Dripping,
think it's time we do it, they said it couldn't be done
Still we making paper, still we having fun
I hope by now it's proven, Nate and Warren G
Tightest
(Let's make history, homie)
(Alright then)
(You know we brought the hoes clothes and money rolls to the table)
(No fucking doubt)
(It's time
(Let's make history, homie)
(Alright then)
(You know we brought the hoes clothes and money rolls to the table)
(No fucking doubt)
(It's time
breeds for me
So B is me, now tbt, I grew up watching DVD’s
Just being me and chillin as a kid who’s now at the CV
I don’t get A’s, just BCD’s, I like
time
Said i don’t fall in love Okay maybe ill try
Said no body else home told me I should come by
Now im back on the road doing 80 in miles
And you
counting up
With all my jewellery flashing my circle living lavish (All I)
Fuck all my spending habits (All I yuh all I)
All I do is write ignite like a ufo
I'm in
I'm spending my time
Watching the days go by
Feeling so small
I stare at the wall
Hoping that you think of me too
I'm spending my time
I try
the playground time eating pasta all the time time by time
Everyday is a new day trying to change my masterpiece
Everyday is new day …now
Everyday is a new day
on clock
Tik Tok time running so fast bitch
I got no time to complete my art
Running hard from block to block but
bitch ain't find gold coated cock
of Grime
You write a hundred million different flows
I write that classical line
To last me my whole life time
Yes, I wouldn't like me either
If I had a flow
the check or cut the line
Coast to coast spending the most
Time on the road you ain't 'bout that life
Independent living missing my fam
In order to grow you
single day I end up spending alone
By screamin' "GODFUCKINGDAMNIT" till the cows come home
I'm lookin' far beyond the surface of your tattoos and purse
I'm
Texting females who I might invite
To my palace overlooking plights
Not something that I like
Rather something that I wanna fight
Enticed by cool vice,
Spending time alone is what I need so imma get away
When I die I know the world will cry but they'll appreciate
Look into they eyes I can feel it We
crazy, something says baby, yeah, maybe you're that girl
That girl, that girl, that girl
That girl she's a sugar sweet drive-by
Hold my dreams in her blue
I
Thought I lost it
To a concept
That I chained inside my head
For the longest time
Just drifting by
Life's boring me to death
You
Found a reason
found my soul mate finally
But one day I found out she actually owned a copy
Of Joe dirt on DVD
Oh, no! I said
Hey! Are we lobbing hand grenades, kiddo?
tooo sweet
Flexin on you dummy boy
Shit tooo sweet Too sweet
Got my own but spending yours
Body just so crazy———-
I’m poppin baby
Everyday my fucking
motherfucker
That nigga me
And he grew up on poverty
Grew up on robbery
Grew up on ebt
He grew up on dvd's
Grew up had to wash the ones down
Just to keep em
holy on temple grounds
At Hayama enjoying the beach
While I’m sipping on chuhis
Watching the waves enjoying my days
Zushi is where i tend to go by
Can't be joyful it's so pointless
When I see you everywhere
There's no plan I miss my man
It's sad cause I know you don't care
I'm spending
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