No Time

Im trying to vibe out
Take sum time out
Clear my mind out
Oppas dissin on the internet they all dying now
Think im pussy find out
We catch you hidin out
Im too high to put dis .40 down
The reason im still around

Dont care too much to be that man
Long as im puttin on for The fam
Learned how to distribute them grams
So I can distribute sum ends
On a paper chase just hope I aint to late I jus began
I aint in a race but know I came to play when I walked in

Trying to avoid another case
No moving sloppy no mistakes
I just bought me sum new brakes
Dont plan on using em best chase
Mind yo face
Stay up in yo lane
Only way you safe
Wit the gang
Stay up out the way they wit sum shit you aint

Not a doctor I dont got no patience
Taking risks to make it
Allese fu ass niggas perpetrating
Really on sum lame shit
Bout' no paper its no conversation
Prolly why they hating
Ina hellcat onat Eway racing
Grind till ina pavement

Aint shit my big bro taught me that
Could spend a lil but triple back
Im way too dangerous wit a bag
Get you gone wit a couple racks
You wit yo niggas couple tags
Sit back smoke a blunt relax
Spot sum profit gimme that
Addin more up to the stash

Love dem commas nigga I aint racist
I love Benji franklins
I love standin ova niggas BLAZIN
After they try n take it
Off dese drugs I fly away it feel like that im on vacation
Smokin bud like a jamaican
Duck the police stations
Crème brulee the fragrance

Dont care bout money but you need it
It get harder just to keep it
Act like they love you dont believe it
Said dey wit you but they leaving
Thoughts pour out but ion speak it
It get colder every season
Im jus lookin for a reason
Not to listen to these demons

Still the same nigga
Chain bigger
Foreign car lane switcher
If I aint fuck the gang hit her
Splatter shit paint pictures
Different game same killer
Cant no pussies hang wit us
Medication pain healer
Playing get yo gang hit up
(Get Yo Gang Hit Up)



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Writer(s): Christopher Greene
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