Prime

I ain't got no time Baby just hit my line But if you need a dime bag scratch that I've been getting money only running where the bag at Taking pictures baby post it with a hashtag Ain't got time No I don't Rather spend up all my time spitting crazy flows And I got crazy goals Is what it is, I got bulletproof true roots Screw a few, bitch I'm pulling up with big dudes Switch sides I can see that they snakes I had to get up out the puddle, put some shit on my plate I had to get up on my hustle Stack the money in huddles Then pick the real from the fake I stayed the same and made the money done double I'm try'n stay out of trouble But it's tricky when sticking knee deep in the streets I really need to make a milli Hit the rinse and repeat But though my brother try'n put another son on the T See, g. Look I'm try'n make it out the fucked up times I'm from the gutter spitting other mother fucked up rhymes I know your brother isn't tougher than my fucked up mind, and I'm nearly in my prime, no I ain't selling no dime bags I'm back up on my money stacking Make it happen Never capping Try'n make it cause I'm sick of trapping But it is what it is bitch I gotta stack this money, gotta run up a business My witness is Apollo I could double g's up in a team But just for me, I think I'd rather keep it solo Maybe on the low though, I could bring my brother in I'm making money, can't give fucks about the government I'm running it, and fucking loving it The nugs I'm covered in Bitch my packs are heavy, I steady keep flipping doubling Doubled it, the packs that's coming in I am not struggling MC's really need to fucking keep up with what's coming in You can't deal with the facts, I'm making money fucking dealing the packs And keep it real in the rap Peeled back another scalp Cause they be running there mouth I keep the drip and all these bitches in drought I'm try'n get out the horrid times, with the bossest rhymes It's not a crime to live my life on the line And we can knife up your spine Friends stabbing backs know I witnessed that You niggas never even listened to no realer rap Straight facts Nigga better back up Act up, fuck around and now you getting smacked up Are you try'n see it or you fucking blind? Too many quick epiphanies and misery on mind But still I try to find a reason, for treason It's fuck the government like what the fuck do you believe in? It's Jesus. For fuck's sake, these niggas see I'm doing good and now they picking food off my plate For God's sake, can we all turn around I'm sick of seeing all my weakened niggas peak just getting leaved on the ground It's my town, not yours bitch Getting off course quick Fuck a little piece, I'm try'n eat up fucking all of it You know I'm the best I proved to be the king and that's the reason that I beat on my chest I said I proved to be the king and that's the reason that I stick in the jungle Rumble, we ready to rumble I'm try'n make it out the fucked up times I'm from the gutter spitting other mother fucked up rhymes I know your brother isn't tougher than my fucked up mind, and I'm nearly in my prime, I ain't selling no dime bags I'm back up on my money stacking Make it happen Never capping Try'n make it cause I'm sick of trapping But it is what it is bitch I gotta stack this money, gotta run up a business My witness is