AP

Ya'll know what time it is
You don't need an AP
I'm on my grind all day like I'm AD
They gon' say I'm crazy
Treat me like I'm AB
But I'm cooling dawg
I be on my AC
Ya'll know what time it is
You don't need an AP
I'm on my grind all day like I'm AD
They gon' say I'm crazy
Treat me like I'm AB
But I'm cooling dawg
I be on my AC

Don't need nothing on your wrist
You know what time it is
Fuck an Audemars Piguet
They say time is money
So take what you can get
You need some more time
To hit your prime
'Cause you ain't hit it yet
You're living for them checks
But you'll die for my respect
That's a bet
You're buried in your problems
Think money's gonna solve 'em
But is not what you expect
Sometimes it amplifies 'em
You're the one that they rely on
You're the one that they select
'Cause now you getting money
Look at you boy you stand out
Mufuckas hungry
Coming at you with they hands out
It's funny
They used to point and laugh
'Cause they didn't understand how
You could make it work
Now they hurting that it panned out
You're the fucking man now
That was an investment
They'll be stressing when you cash out
They done really messed up
'Cause now you're next up in Chiraq now
They say there's no free lunch
He was rolling with the punches
Like man he really Pacquiao
He's AD with the touches
And he never backed down
He'll be 80 with some crutches
And his passion hasn't ran out
They prayed on his downfall
They was hating in the background

Ya'll know what time it is
You don't need an AP
I'm on my grind all day like I'm AD
They gon' say I'm crazy
Treat me like I'm AB
But I'm cooling dawg
I be on my AC
Ya'll know what time it is
You don't need an AP
I'm on my grind all day like I'm AD
They gon' say I'm crazy
Treat me like I'm AB
But I'm cooling dawg
I be on my AC

I got nothing on my wrist
I know what time it is
I ain't got a Richard Milly
How the fuck I'm 'posed to cop that
When I'm trying to reach a milly
Especially in my city
It ain't good to do good in my hood
I'm just quoting Fifty
I ain't looking for no trouble
I'm about my hustle
I'm just trying to keep it subtle
I ain't flexing
I ain't finna move a muscle
If you trying to burst my bubble
Then it's fuck you
I been hushing up
But I will remove the muzzle
I will son you mufuckas
That's word to fucking Russell
If I don't see you in my future
I don't trust you
If you give them too much trust
They might damage ya
Take advantage of you
If you an amateur
I ain't mad at cha
The thing is Pac wasn't either
He got shot in the passenger
Haters saying
All your friends just gassing ya
Friends saying
All your haters just passing judgment

Haters saying
Friends saying



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Writer(s): Salvador Lopez
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