No Time
Uh huh, it's P-Trill
Lil Papi, what's up?
Stock and stack, that's what we doin' from now on
Perfectin' our craft, wait for the glow
Nah, I ain't got time for a hoe
Beauty glowin', but her heart isn't gold
Ns be lyin', we know they gon' fold
Perfectin' our craft, wait for the glow
Nah, I ain't got time for a hoe
Beauty glowin', but her heart isn't gold
Ns be lyin', we know they gon' fold
(Yo P-Trill!) Yeah that be me
My family and friends and I, we a team
The idea of cool to me, isn't lean
I play for the Bucks, 2 step to the green
Chattin' 'bout me, they like how we step in
Focused on cream if we in this section
Hopstep to my dreams, success my obsession
Star on the court, ignore all objections
Next to be great, I ain't come here to play
Wan' be a man, get hit with this ray
Stick to the code, I guess you can stay
Just be real what I'm tryna convey
So if it's negative I have no time
TK we cookin' we need no thyme
Killing's a sin so I'm committin' crime
We eatin' this beat alive, it's a sign
Think you ahead of me? Get back in line
Down bad like the basement and I had to climb
Safe to say I'm finally in my prime
Until we all eatin' I cannot recline
Day and night in the stu, no snooze
Build or destroy, what should I choose?
With my blueprints as I look for the clues
I'm deep in this game, I got too much to lose
Perfectin' our craft, wait for the glow
Nah, I ain't got time for a hoe
Beauty glowin', but her heart isn't gold
Ns be lyin', we know they gon' fold
Perfectin' our craft, wait for the glow
Nah, I ain't got time for a hoe
Beauty glowin', but her heart isn't gold
Ns be lyin', we know they gon' fold
Didn't get to say goodbye
The Rolex doesn't give you time
Them bitches always gon' slide
She never gon' hit your line
The pressure hurt 'em, had to climb
Fuck you up in your prime
And you was all on your grind
And you was all on my mind
Layin' bodies make me cry
Coupe and now I'm all sly
Pockets get fatter, I'm sippin' on juice
Spittin' the illest, I'm spittin' my truth
Money in pockets go straight to the booth
He's shootin' for threes, but I'm coolin' with deuce
P-Trill and Lil Papi
Stood up, never floppy
Simmons just handle the rock (Ouu)
Sippin' on lean, got my face movin' wock
.30s they jack then I'm spinnin' your block
This for the ns that died on the spot
Shot in his chest, left his mom with the cops
Thought he was the man, now he's dead with his pops
Not even 18, and she's plannin' a funeral
More than a number, more than a numeral
Writin' this shit in my journal
Ns who know it's 'bout Myrtle
Music my baby, I'm feelin' too fertile
Writin' this shit in my journal
Ns who know it's 'bout Myrtle
Music my baby, I'm feelin' too fertile
Ouu, Papi (Yeah)
Perfectin' our craft, wait for the glow
Nah, I ain't got time for a hoe
Beauty glowin', but her heart isn't gold
Ns be lyin', we know they gon' fold
Perfectin' our craft, wait for the glow
Nah, I ain't got time for a hoe
Beauty glowin', but her heart isn't gold
Ns be lyin', we know they gon' fold
Perfectin' our craft, wait for the glow
Nah, I ain't got time for a hoe
Beauty glowin', but her heart isn't gold
Ns be lyin', we know they gon' fold
Perfectin' our craft (Craft craft craft craft craft craft)
Perfectin' our craft (Craft craft craft craft craft craft)
Lil Papi, what's up?
Stock and stack, that's what we doin' from now on
Perfectin' our craft, wait for the glow
Nah, I ain't got time for a hoe
Beauty glowin', but her heart isn't gold
Ns be lyin', we know they gon' fold
Perfectin' our craft, wait for the glow
Nah, I ain't got time for a hoe
Beauty glowin', but her heart isn't gold
Ns be lyin', we know they gon' fold
(Yo P-Trill!) Yeah that be me
My family and friends and I, we a team
The idea of cool to me, isn't lean
I play for the Bucks, 2 step to the green
Chattin' 'bout me, they like how we step in
Focused on cream if we in this section
Hopstep to my dreams, success my obsession
Star on the court, ignore all objections
Next to be great, I ain't come here to play
Wan' be a man, get hit with this ray
Stick to the code, I guess you can stay
Just be real what I'm tryna convey
So if it's negative I have no time
TK we cookin' we need no thyme
Killing's a sin so I'm committin' crime
We eatin' this beat alive, it's a sign
Think you ahead of me? Get back in line
Down bad like the basement and I had to climb
Safe to say I'm finally in my prime
Until we all eatin' I cannot recline
Day and night in the stu, no snooze
Build or destroy, what should I choose?
With my blueprints as I look for the clues
I'm deep in this game, I got too much to lose
Perfectin' our craft, wait for the glow
Nah, I ain't got time for a hoe
Beauty glowin', but her heart isn't gold
Ns be lyin', we know they gon' fold
Perfectin' our craft, wait for the glow
Nah, I ain't got time for a hoe
Beauty glowin', but her heart isn't gold
Ns be lyin', we know they gon' fold
Didn't get to say goodbye
The Rolex doesn't give you time
Them bitches always gon' slide
She never gon' hit your line
The pressure hurt 'em, had to climb
Fuck you up in your prime
And you was all on your grind
And you was all on my mind
Layin' bodies make me cry
Coupe and now I'm all sly
Pockets get fatter, I'm sippin' on juice
Spittin' the illest, I'm spittin' my truth
Money in pockets go straight to the booth
He's shootin' for threes, but I'm coolin' with deuce
P-Trill and Lil Papi
Stood up, never floppy
Simmons just handle the rock (Ouu)
Sippin' on lean, got my face movin' wock
.30s they jack then I'm spinnin' your block
This for the ns that died on the spot
Shot in his chest, left his mom with the cops
Thought he was the man, now he's dead with his pops
Not even 18, and she's plannin' a funeral
More than a number, more than a numeral
Writin' this shit in my journal
Ns who know it's 'bout Myrtle
Music my baby, I'm feelin' too fertile
Writin' this shit in my journal
Ns who know it's 'bout Myrtle
Music my baby, I'm feelin' too fertile
Ouu, Papi (Yeah)
Perfectin' our craft, wait for the glow
Nah, I ain't got time for a hoe
Beauty glowin', but her heart isn't gold
Ns be lyin', we know they gon' fold
Perfectin' our craft, wait for the glow
Nah, I ain't got time for a hoe
Beauty glowin', but her heart isn't gold
Ns be lyin', we know they gon' fold
Perfectin' our craft, wait for the glow
Nah, I ain't got time for a hoe
Beauty glowin', but her heart isn't gold
Ns be lyin', we know they gon' fold
Perfectin' our craft (Craft craft craft craft craft craft)
Perfectin' our craft (Craft craft craft craft craft craft)
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Writer(s): Paul Medford
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