Lyrics:
the hour, and older by the minute
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I'd like to call him somethin', I think I'll just call it a day
Pour me somethin'
I'm gonna make it yea this is my fate
Got on two watches I still come in late
I love all my fans and appreciate the hate
The hate just be helping
saying
Two minutes I'm learning like five things
She like to give throat and she love when I choke her I told that lil' hoe she's my thing
She told me go
Married to the trap
Disgusted with the rest
But I break your ass on your type preferred
High Standard shit on me this the regular
With two high level
over the past two days,
police have reported at least one man was shot dead
and several more injured in London
The capital is the latest region
western with niggas in two cars
Tomorrow hoes gotta go cause me and be flyin back to Tennessee
Tryin' to see bout some cheese
They got niggas ballin,
the hour, and older by the minute
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I'd like to call him somethin', I think I'll just call it a day
Pour me somethin'
the damages
I seen to much
But not enough
But way to much
To much that three minutes wouldn't cut
I need a Ted Talk
And strut walk
To show my life
Tell my story
(Guess who's back?)
Drop the drums, here it comes
Only got two minutes to bounce, and every second counts
Better press, REC on your deck, here
my hand on the mic
I'm a lyrical miracle you're
A spiritual criminal
Metaphysical syllables written by
The invisible
In two ways there's no pen yet I
I feel like im on one
Rolling that pressure smoking a strong one
When its time to go bat thats a homerun
Yea my drip is exclusive like complex con
from you
(Yea, but) but I gotta go now
(Wait a minute) I got another call on line 2
(But I ain't through)
See I'm sick and tired of all these church
But I leave 'em exposed
I got two horns
But I can't toot my own horn, no?
Just another day in the life of a goat
Yeah
Your kings on Herod level
Plot
how delayed it is
Try to give all my attention when I can and sometimes get frustrated
And then when the gears go a mile a minute
Try to calm myself by
us two no more
Just for a minute, hold ooooh hold ooon to my hand
I'll be strong be strong till the end
You belooong belong in my head
When I was
club, shoot, stab, sell crack
Straight like that
We eat, sleep, shit street life
Straight like that
We get knocked by the same ?
Straight like that
You see right through
Oh, you had me pegged the first time
You can't see the truth
But it's easier to justify
What's bad is good
And I hate to be
hate to be the bad guy
I just hate to be the bad guy (follow me, I run, follow me, I run, I run)
I just hate to be the bad
And to think I used
can't play a minute I guess I gotta slay em different
How you gonna judge me in my life you couldn't last a minute
So hate on me slam gang stay Lowkey
gettin' close
Every hour
Every minute
Is a reminder of the finish
I don't wanna be
Wasting it too
Much on the things I don't need to do
If there's a way
I won't, need a group to belong too
Because I'm not strong, two is better than one
Who could ever do wrong or that do a rick and dom
Let loose
hate to see him coming
And every first and 15th, these strongs on his life
But a hustle is a hustle and a meal is a meal
That's why I'm real and I ain't
of the girls Drake and Future took down
But I got no time for juveniles throwing tantrums
Texting me that they hate my one-word answers
Here's two, call me,
The love overpowers the hate by twos
All they left was the yellow tape in his shoes
It's real when the funeral wait to make the news
Load the tre pound
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