Contra

Yeah

Oh Man
Yeah
Aye
Had to run it...

I dont got the time
I dont got the time now
I dont got the time
I dont got the time

Fuck what they talkin, had to run it up
Back against the wall, I still ran it up
You ain't give a fuck
Counting up the blue
Counting up the 20s, even counting up the ones
Huh
Hundreds, Hundreds
I need to repeat the bag
I can't love the lil' girl she looking for a dad
They thought it was seet we bombed them niggas like Baghdad
I talk scriptures like Quran you thought I was Arab
They thought I was rapping but I really am a raptor

Uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh
Think cursed but it kind of helps me out sometimes
I be thinking like damn what it wrong with my mind
She wanna fuck always but I don't got the time

I dont got the time
I dont got the time now
I dont got the time
I dont got the time

Money on my mind
I done lost my mind
I don't want opinion
Fuck your piece of mind!
I never gave a fuck, I'm starting to realize it
They let me get it by myself they wasn't real 9ers
Watch yo motha-fucking mouth when talk to the 9er
We can take it all the way up it is not a problem
Stop the speaking on me boy you gonna burn your mouth up
Stop the sleeping on me they thought it was false alarm
I fell from the sky, hit the ground just like a bomb
Dont try to play god, you can get stepped on
Lil' nigga, all yall boys some lil niggas
All yall boys some hipster niggas, acting like some insta-bitches
Aye, let me teach you how to do this shit, Who they really trying to be?
Have you ever seen the clip?
Have you ever seen the glick?
Marky on a scenic route, I'm cheesing with the meanest bitch
Diamonds flowing out the mud, they ain't never seen this shit



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Writer(s): Mark Bean
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