About That Time
Could you just
Listen to what
I have to say
I have to pray
I have to
I have to stay
With my head in the game
Before I lose it
That's if I
Haven't yet
Not winning too many bets
So I stopped taking risks
It's kinda boring
I should be touring
Or dating a Taurus
You know something exciting
Life been dull as if I hopped on the track
And just said the same shit twice
Not gone repeat myself
Listen with your ears and eyes
Let me know if you need it in brail
Not fond of judgment
I am tryna reach a bigger scale
Sick of the doubt
Like I need a bottle of ginger ale
Could you just
Listen to what
I have to say
I have to pray
I have to
Smoke
A tedious task
To talk tough on the track
When in fact
You're a cream puff
Seats of a Cadillac
But I ain't cataract status
I'm seeing through the whole apparatus
X-ray eyes covered by black glasses
Life is real when you started from the field
Made it to the end game and then smashed it into particles
I played your song
I'm still waiting on the part that kills
I eat on every track
Facts but I'm starving still
No disciple but I pick the fork up
I close my eyes and see my Tahoe as a tour bus
Pull up
Rock a show for the fans to say hi too
I'm tripping, I'm just sliding through
The Chick-Fil-A drive thru
Married to the mic so I treat it like my boo
Give me a call for the replay
I'm still on that '95 shit
Ghost Town DJs
And we pray
Ay
Ayyyy
It's about that time
It's about that time
Until Next Rhyme
It's about that time
Could you just
Listen to what
I have to say
I have to pray
I have to
I've been down for a minute
But I'm right back in it
I came here to represent it
Cali flow
Grab the mic I'm sending shots through the walls
When I rock get your glock
Cause I'm popping at y'all
Better not stir the pot
Cause we mobbing 12 deep
On the creek
Snatch the mufuckin' grills out ya teeth
Lil freak
Get ya eyes fixed
Hit you with that grime shit
You ain't see me coming with that beat box
I hit the spot
Beast when them beats not
I be that G
Shawty with a mean shot
I got the fiends in my pocket
That's the cream crop
Disorderly
Morbid
A deformity
The monster lives inside
It's the core in me
I oughta be
Locked up
But I'm not cause I'm mobbed up
Roll around ya city letting lose
Ain't no glocks tough
It's about that time
It's about that time
Until Next Rhyme
It's about that time
Listen to what
I have to say
I have to pray
I have to
I have to stay
With my head in the game
Before I lose it
That's if I
Haven't yet
Not winning too many bets
So I stopped taking risks
It's kinda boring
I should be touring
Or dating a Taurus
You know something exciting
Life been dull as if I hopped on the track
And just said the same shit twice
Not gone repeat myself
Listen with your ears and eyes
Let me know if you need it in brail
Not fond of judgment
I am tryna reach a bigger scale
Sick of the doubt
Like I need a bottle of ginger ale
Could you just
Listen to what
I have to say
I have to pray
I have to
Smoke
A tedious task
To talk tough on the track
When in fact
You're a cream puff
Seats of a Cadillac
But I ain't cataract status
I'm seeing through the whole apparatus
X-ray eyes covered by black glasses
Life is real when you started from the field
Made it to the end game and then smashed it into particles
I played your song
I'm still waiting on the part that kills
I eat on every track
Facts but I'm starving still
No disciple but I pick the fork up
I close my eyes and see my Tahoe as a tour bus
Pull up
Rock a show for the fans to say hi too
I'm tripping, I'm just sliding through
The Chick-Fil-A drive thru
Married to the mic so I treat it like my boo
Give me a call for the replay
I'm still on that '95 shit
Ghost Town DJs
And we pray
Ay
Ayyyy
It's about that time
It's about that time
Until Next Rhyme
It's about that time
Could you just
Listen to what
I have to say
I have to pray
I have to
I've been down for a minute
But I'm right back in it
I came here to represent it
Cali flow
Grab the mic I'm sending shots through the walls
When I rock get your glock
Cause I'm popping at y'all
Better not stir the pot
Cause we mobbing 12 deep
On the creek
Snatch the mufuckin' grills out ya teeth
Lil freak
Get ya eyes fixed
Hit you with that grime shit
You ain't see me coming with that beat box
I hit the spot
Beast when them beats not
I be that G
Shawty with a mean shot
I got the fiends in my pocket
That's the cream crop
Disorderly
Morbid
A deformity
The monster lives inside
It's the core in me
I oughta be
Locked up
But I'm not cause I'm mobbed up
Roll around ya city letting lose
Ain't no glocks tough
It's about that time
It's about that time
Until Next Rhyme
It's about that time
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Writer(s): Michaela Moore
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