R.O.O.T. (feat. Skinny Trell)

Feel like I'm running out of time
All this crazy shit been running through my mind
Do I want to get signed
Do I gotta wait in line
Want to hit it from behind
Baby, I ain't got the time
I've been busy on my grind
So, fuck a statement
Got a lot going on, every day been faced with
Joy, rain
Sun, pain
Stress, a check
Debt, some neck

Conversation, conversation
I've been patient, I've been waiting far too long
Contemplating, contemplating
Make them hate me, or play my shit all night long
I can be in your face fuck your space
Make my own lane, negu fuck your race
Drop a song every day
Or say I'm sorry for the wait
And not have much to say
Or maybe I'll stop it, and flood your timeline debating topics
Talking about the rich negus and how they got it
Never counting your money, just watching pockets
I'm not with the gossip
Or none of that lame brain
You should be ashamed of yourself
You can't even hang with yourself
You might need to bang with yourself
Or take a deeper look inside yourself
Before your ass gets beside yourself
Let go of your pride, it helps
And I'm whooping ass without the belt
I then locked you up inside a cell
Until you join the fun, shit you might as well
Pay for my shit, join my clientele
I could put you to work, yeah buying bells
Can't measure my worth with a thousand scales

Feel like I'm running out of time
All this crazy shit been running through my mind
Do I want to get signed
Do I gotta wait in line
Want to hit it from behind
Baby, I ain't got the time
I've been busy on my grind
So, fuck a statement
Got a lot going on, every day been faced with
Joy, rain
Sun, pain
Stress, a check
Debt, some neck
Feel like I'm running out of time
All this crazy shit been running through my mind
Do I want to get signed
Do I gotta wait in line
Want to hit it from behind
Baby, I ain't got the time
I've been busy on my grind
So, fuck a statement
Got a lot going on, every day been faced with
Joy, rain
Sun, pain
Stress, a check
Debt, some neck

I guess my time gone find me
I see bright lights behind me
Why me, they ask for ID
Obviously, I'm running late to the check
Obviously, I got a lot on my neck
Obviously, I ain't got time to wait
But you say you hear the same old song
So I smash the gas, I can't wait no more
Kids gotta eat and my bills past due
Tank on E and I'm eating canned food
Mom trying to tell me I should hit grad school
Pockets on E so I ain't know what to do
I was running out of time
Boss said I had one more time
So I sacrificed crime
Just to make it on time
I ain't really mean to cry
But I ain't telling no lies
You can see it in my eyes
So fuck a statement
Had to mash my gas just to make a statement
Ima talk my shit for any time I'm facing
I ain't do no wrong, that was time that wasted

Feel like I'm running out of time
All this crazy shit been running through my mind
Do I want to get signed
Do I gotta wait in line
Want to hit it from behind
Baby, I ain't got the time
I've been busy on my grind
So, fuck a statement
Got a lot going on, every day been faced with
Joy, rain
Sun, pain
Stress, a check
Debt, some neck
Feel like I'm running out of time
All this crazy shit been running through my mind
Do I want to get signed
Do I gotta wait in line
Want to hit it from behind
Baby, I ain't got the time
I've been busy on my grind
So, fuck a statement
Got a lot going on, every day been faced with
Joy, rain
Sun, pain
Stress, a check
Debt, some neck