Fa Dat
Man I swear man, time and time again I be tryna figure
Out why the fuck niggas feel the way the do
I'm just a nigga out her grinding, gettin money
Doin my thang man
(And I ain't got the time fa dat)
Why niggas wanna hate on they brother
(Say ya name cus they want suttin)
Niggas wanna hate on they brother
(Just to boss up)
I ain't been nothing but a good friend to you my whole
Life nigga what is you talkin bout nigga
(And I ain't got the time fa dat)
They hatin on me so bad
Cus I keep it real and they know that
I ain't thinking bout it cus it so wack
And I ain't got the time fa dat
These bitches say ya name cus they want suttin
I don't need to cop a chain just to boss up
Keep on cappin wit my name ima drop suttin
And I ain't got the time for that
I told em I ain't got the time
(I ain't got the time)
I just dropped a band on a watch but I still ain't got the time
(Still ain't got the time)
Is you out ya mind
(Is you out ya mind)
I hope you go out for your city cus I'm going out for mine
(Cus I'm goin out for mine yeah)
Don't you cross the line
(Don't you cross the line)
Say my name and you finished like you really crossed the line
(Really crossed the line yeah)
Gotta lotta ties
(Gotta lotta ties)
And I'm all about my business like I gotta lotta ties
(Like I bought a lotta ties yeah)
In the booth is where they lie
(Booth is where they lie)
But I'm to real wit all this shit so
In the booth is where they lie
(So in the booth is where they lie at)
I heard these Niggas dropping dimes
(Heard they givin names)
When I would pass a fiend a rock I used to call the dropping dimes
(I went and bought myself a chain yeah)
I made everything I own
(Everything I own)
And I'm stingy wit the shit like I made everything my own
(Like I made everything my own)
I be in my zone
(I be in my zone)
I be pressing all they shooters like I'm really in my zone
(Like I was really in my zone yeah)
They hatin on me so bad
Cus I keep it real and they know that
I ain't thinking bout it cus it so wack
And I ain't got the time fa dat
These bitches say ya name cus they want suttin
I don't need to cop a chain just to boss up
Keep on cappin wit my name ima drop suttin
And I ain't got the time for that
Outta town on the road
(I be outta town)
Shit been gettin crazy
I just thought I'd let you know
(Tell you how it's going down)
Teewhy been the man
Make a band off a show
Understand
You a fan
I'm demanding the dough
Look
I ain't wit the fuck shit
I turn up the function
My bro will give yo bitch the Kane
I taker we the brothers of destruction
Ain't no time for cuffin
Faded of the substance
My nigga Odie keep the heat and he might bust at somebody for nothing
I might send some shots too
Aim it at ya top too
Do my milky rock and then hide it in my sock too
In my city top two
They said you are not cool
Claim that you a gangsta but the shit you do is not proof
On the block gotta text told me come thru
And I be on my shit so I stay up on my 1, 2s
A nigga hatin and he pissed that ain't nuttin new
A nigga hatin and he pissed that ain't nuttin to us
They hatin on me so bad
Cus I keep it real and they know that
I ain't thinking bout it cus it so wack
And I ain't got the time fa dat
These bitches say ya name cus they want suttin
I don't need to cop a chain just to boss up
Keep on cappin wit my name ima drop suttin
And I ain't got the time for that
(Say ya name cus they want suttin)
(Just to boss up)
(And I ain't got the time fa dat)
Out why the fuck niggas feel the way the do
I'm just a nigga out her grinding, gettin money
Doin my thang man
(And I ain't got the time fa dat)
Why niggas wanna hate on they brother
(Say ya name cus they want suttin)
Niggas wanna hate on they brother
(Just to boss up)
I ain't been nothing but a good friend to you my whole
Life nigga what is you talkin bout nigga
(And I ain't got the time fa dat)
They hatin on me so bad
Cus I keep it real and they know that
I ain't thinking bout it cus it so wack
And I ain't got the time fa dat
These bitches say ya name cus they want suttin
I don't need to cop a chain just to boss up
Keep on cappin wit my name ima drop suttin
And I ain't got the time for that
I told em I ain't got the time
(I ain't got the time)
I just dropped a band on a watch but I still ain't got the time
(Still ain't got the time)
Is you out ya mind
(Is you out ya mind)
I hope you go out for your city cus I'm going out for mine
(Cus I'm goin out for mine yeah)
Don't you cross the line
(Don't you cross the line)
Say my name and you finished like you really crossed the line
(Really crossed the line yeah)
Gotta lotta ties
(Gotta lotta ties)
And I'm all about my business like I gotta lotta ties
(Like I bought a lotta ties yeah)
In the booth is where they lie
(Booth is where they lie)
But I'm to real wit all this shit so
In the booth is where they lie
(So in the booth is where they lie at)
I heard these Niggas dropping dimes
(Heard they givin names)
When I would pass a fiend a rock I used to call the dropping dimes
(I went and bought myself a chain yeah)
I made everything I own
(Everything I own)
And I'm stingy wit the shit like I made everything my own
(Like I made everything my own)
I be in my zone
(I be in my zone)
I be pressing all they shooters like I'm really in my zone
(Like I was really in my zone yeah)
They hatin on me so bad
Cus I keep it real and they know that
I ain't thinking bout it cus it so wack
And I ain't got the time fa dat
These bitches say ya name cus they want suttin
I don't need to cop a chain just to boss up
Keep on cappin wit my name ima drop suttin
And I ain't got the time for that
Outta town on the road
(I be outta town)
Shit been gettin crazy
I just thought I'd let you know
(Tell you how it's going down)
Teewhy been the man
Make a band off a show
Understand
You a fan
I'm demanding the dough
Look
I ain't wit the fuck shit
I turn up the function
My bro will give yo bitch the Kane
I taker we the brothers of destruction
Ain't no time for cuffin
Faded of the substance
My nigga Odie keep the heat and he might bust at somebody for nothing
I might send some shots too
Aim it at ya top too
Do my milky rock and then hide it in my sock too
In my city top two
They said you are not cool
Claim that you a gangsta but the shit you do is not proof
On the block gotta text told me come thru
And I be on my shit so I stay up on my 1, 2s
A nigga hatin and he pissed that ain't nuttin new
A nigga hatin and he pissed that ain't nuttin to us
They hatin on me so bad
Cus I keep it real and they know that
I ain't thinking bout it cus it so wack
And I ain't got the time fa dat
These bitches say ya name cus they want suttin
I don't need to cop a chain just to boss up
Keep on cappin wit my name ima drop suttin
And I ain't got the time for that
(Say ya name cus they want suttin)
(Just to boss up)
(And I ain't got the time fa dat)
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Writer(s): Tyriese Hairston
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