No Time Off Freestyle
One man, ten toes, I stand
Ten years in the box
I left with eighty grand
I am, the definition of a blessing
Well, I was 'til them scammers cleared my accounts
Now it's old Lincoln's, sniffing blow, to ease my breathing
That's my idiosyncrasies but, whatever
I'm thincing, of kiccing doors in, to get even
Not for anything but my poccets nigga I need it
My heart's bleeding Can you see it
Been trying to make a turn in my life
But I ride with demons
There's so many Perks in my life, yet I'm popping thirties
Geeking for an OPP, my adversaries should worry
I'm done talking, It's no point, I only hear myself
I've been going through struggles like I don't need any help
My pain loud My soul cry but you won't hear me yelp
I let my heart freeze over now It won't even melt
Shout out to my bros that hold me down, any weight
Arguing with peons How that sound, anyways
I could be a target in my town, for anything
But like I took evasive driving courses, I can get away
Every day the Feds shooting at us like this Waco
So fucc the reparations, give me Forties and a Draco
When I was young, I flew to that pacc to get that payroll
Grinding for the day I can fly, to Turks and Caicos
The irony is I went overseas when I was nineteen
Long flight, but it was nice, I just beat some felonies
Out there for like three months traveling like bacc-paccing
I even caught a charge there too
Me and Eric lunching
But that was bacc then, old news, let me go back in
Times hard when you threw, you start relaxing
I just wanna do it big, for my niccas, doing a bid
Watching me like there he is, my nicca on his shit
That's motivation if you ask me
Niccas need to stay in their lane I keep that crash seat
I play the game Cool cuz these bama's looking for box seats
Watching what you say to repeat it
Bllurrp Copy
Wiggy fighting cases that Rollie just beat the charge for
My little homie ran up his time
Glad he don't got more
Jaquan baby mother took a plea for a five piece
Prey they never argue over kids or side piece
I'm standing on my ten with no leverage
Mishandling these pressures
Forgetting that it takes effort
My pride will get in my way so I be hiding shit
Trying to get anything I can flip to get out of debt
I'm dead tired I can't sleep I ain't happy yet
I can't stop I won't stop on my LOC'n shit
And to my girl You're my world
I'll go through hell for you
Like taking the charge when I can't afford the lawyer
NTO
Ten years in the box
I left with eighty grand
I am, the definition of a blessing
Well, I was 'til them scammers cleared my accounts
Now it's old Lincoln's, sniffing blow, to ease my breathing
That's my idiosyncrasies but, whatever
I'm thincing, of kiccing doors in, to get even
Not for anything but my poccets nigga I need it
My heart's bleeding Can you see it
Been trying to make a turn in my life
But I ride with demons
There's so many Perks in my life, yet I'm popping thirties
Geeking for an OPP, my adversaries should worry
I'm done talking, It's no point, I only hear myself
I've been going through struggles like I don't need any help
My pain loud My soul cry but you won't hear me yelp
I let my heart freeze over now It won't even melt
Shout out to my bros that hold me down, any weight
Arguing with peons How that sound, anyways
I could be a target in my town, for anything
But like I took evasive driving courses, I can get away
Every day the Feds shooting at us like this Waco
So fucc the reparations, give me Forties and a Draco
When I was young, I flew to that pacc to get that payroll
Grinding for the day I can fly, to Turks and Caicos
The irony is I went overseas when I was nineteen
Long flight, but it was nice, I just beat some felonies
Out there for like three months traveling like bacc-paccing
I even caught a charge there too
Me and Eric lunching
But that was bacc then, old news, let me go back in
Times hard when you threw, you start relaxing
I just wanna do it big, for my niccas, doing a bid
Watching me like there he is, my nicca on his shit
That's motivation if you ask me
Niccas need to stay in their lane I keep that crash seat
I play the game Cool cuz these bama's looking for box seats
Watching what you say to repeat it
Bllurrp Copy
Wiggy fighting cases that Rollie just beat the charge for
My little homie ran up his time
Glad he don't got more
Jaquan baby mother took a plea for a five piece
Prey they never argue over kids or side piece
I'm standing on my ten with no leverage
Mishandling these pressures
Forgetting that it takes effort
My pride will get in my way so I be hiding shit
Trying to get anything I can flip to get out of debt
I'm dead tired I can't sleep I ain't happy yet
I can't stop I won't stop on my LOC'n shit
And to my girl You're my world
I'll go through hell for you
Like taking the charge when I can't afford the lawyer
NTO
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Writer(s): Aaron Green-wilson
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