Fast Forward
Ain't no time to play no games
So it's straight to work
Them niggas fucking wit yo head
You better make it hurt
Don't wanna take this shit too deep
Cause Ima make it hurt
Know all these people want me dead
So Im shooting first
Ima mad man
Fuck all the oppas
Used to play wit choppers
Killers in New Orleans
In Jamaica with the top shottas
Seen them bullets flying
Buss a nigga face up like a pimple popper
If you was really raw with all this shit
They ain't gone forget about ya
Im just try make some
They tryna take some of this shit from me
You know they fake son
They all gone hate son
Them niggas bummy
All these niggas want me broke
So you know I gotta get this cash more
Making moves so quickly
Like I live my life on fast forward
This the type of shit I ask for
Gas on the dashboard
Coming to my city
Bitch you know you ain't gone last boy
Last quarter he ain't get no get back
You get no pass boy
All that garbage that you dropping
Need to stay close to the trash boy
The closest nigga in yo circle is a snake
Hollin bout they wanna win but don't wanna work
Boy no you can't
Had to take my fucking lick
Then I came back took it to the paint
They tried to keep me under wraps
Put me in a box
I can't be tamed
Ahhh
This aint no fake shit
I made a way quick
Man when they see me they don't say shit
Not to be played with
Hop on the mic turn up the city
Then I rock the nation
I had to get this shit right na
It aint no time for waiting
La bitch Im tryna make it
I ran it in I took it far
Off the gas on bookoo bars
Don't work for no la nigga
With this music Im my own boss
Ain't work out how I wanted I was an L
I took my own loss
People telling me Im great but they still sleeping
Niggas dosed off
Had to cut out all that messy shit
Thats why I left the bitch
Tried to give a nigga the short end of a stick
But i made the best of it
All I did was play my part nigga was real
Wasn't too in depth with it
That's why I put my passion
With these beats and all these melodies
I just break on em
Space on em
Skate on em
But never wait on em
Im on my shit too much
So how the fuck am I gone hate on em?
I be jocin time to time
But give you your props
Ian gone play on em
But if its really bad Im on yo ass
And Im gone stay on em
But Im locked in
Fuck number 1 Im top ten
No I ain't stopping
Bitch Im forever dropping
These niggas cappin for the media
Spreading lies you know they not shit
Using me to get put on
They dissing me cause they not popping
How Im fuckin with this music
Its like schooling not a option
They swear I did em bad
I make em mad
They say Im toxic
Man I just keep it real
They need to chill
Bitch pop a Oxy
Her nigga talking bout me really bad
He hate he not me
But who the fuck gone stop me?
That pussy aint gone pop me
Get a japanese bitch and fold her up like origami
Or make a fucking flick like anime
Put it on Toonami
Love ain't got nothing to do with that shit like Tina Turner
It was that punani
Ahh
Bitch Ima wild child
Ahh
Bitch ima buss her down
Man I ain't playing games
When it come to that shit bitch I don't play around
Swear Im lame but I can buss up the baddest bitch
In the fucking town
Like eenie meenie miney mo
Easy to pick a hoe
Don't think a nigga sad if I lost one
Bitch I got plenty more
Can't tell if he a opp or he a fan
He better pick a role
Talk tough behind the screen but like to run
These niggas pick and roll
Ain't no time to play no games
So it's straight to work
Them niggas fucking wit yo head
You better make it hurt
Don't wanna take this shit too deep
Cause Ima make it hurt
Know all these people want me dead
So Im shooting first
Ima mad man
Fuck all the oppas
Used to play wit choppers
Killers in New Orleans
In Jamaica with the top shottas
Seen them bullets flying
Buss a nigga face up like a pimple popper
If you was really raw with all this shit
They ain't gone forget about ya
Im just try make some
They tryna take some of this shit from me
You know they fake son
They all gone hate son
Them niggas bummy
All these niggas want me broke
So you know I gotta get this cash more
Making moves so quickly
Like I live my life on fast forward
Making moves so quickly
Like I live my life on fast forward
Making moves so quickly
Like I live my life on fast forward
So it's straight to work
Them niggas fucking wit yo head
You better make it hurt
Don't wanna take this shit too deep
Cause Ima make it hurt
Know all these people want me dead
So Im shooting first
Ima mad man
Fuck all the oppas
Used to play wit choppers
Killers in New Orleans
In Jamaica with the top shottas
Seen them bullets flying
Buss a nigga face up like a pimple popper
If you was really raw with all this shit
They ain't gone forget about ya
Im just try make some
They tryna take some of this shit from me
You know they fake son
They all gone hate son
Them niggas bummy
All these niggas want me broke
So you know I gotta get this cash more
Making moves so quickly
Like I live my life on fast forward
This the type of shit I ask for
Gas on the dashboard
Coming to my city
Bitch you know you ain't gone last boy
Last quarter he ain't get no get back
You get no pass boy
All that garbage that you dropping
Need to stay close to the trash boy
The closest nigga in yo circle is a snake
Hollin bout they wanna win but don't wanna work
Boy no you can't
Had to take my fucking lick
Then I came back took it to the paint
They tried to keep me under wraps
Put me in a box
I can't be tamed
Ahhh
This aint no fake shit
I made a way quick
Man when they see me they don't say shit
Not to be played with
Hop on the mic turn up the city
Then I rock the nation
I had to get this shit right na
It aint no time for waiting
La bitch Im tryna make it
I ran it in I took it far
Off the gas on bookoo bars
Don't work for no la nigga
With this music Im my own boss
Ain't work out how I wanted I was an L
I took my own loss
People telling me Im great but they still sleeping
Niggas dosed off
Had to cut out all that messy shit
Thats why I left the bitch
Tried to give a nigga the short end of a stick
But i made the best of it
All I did was play my part nigga was real
Wasn't too in depth with it
That's why I put my passion
With these beats and all these melodies
I just break on em
Space on em
Skate on em
But never wait on em
Im on my shit too much
So how the fuck am I gone hate on em?
I be jocin time to time
But give you your props
Ian gone play on em
But if its really bad Im on yo ass
And Im gone stay on em
But Im locked in
Fuck number 1 Im top ten
No I ain't stopping
Bitch Im forever dropping
These niggas cappin for the media
Spreading lies you know they not shit
Using me to get put on
They dissing me cause they not popping
How Im fuckin with this music
Its like schooling not a option
They swear I did em bad
I make em mad
They say Im toxic
Man I just keep it real
They need to chill
Bitch pop a Oxy
Her nigga talking bout me really bad
He hate he not me
But who the fuck gone stop me?
That pussy aint gone pop me
Get a japanese bitch and fold her up like origami
Or make a fucking flick like anime
Put it on Toonami
Love ain't got nothing to do with that shit like Tina Turner
It was that punani
Ahh
Bitch Ima wild child
Ahh
Bitch ima buss her down
Man I ain't playing games
When it come to that shit bitch I don't play around
Swear Im lame but I can buss up the baddest bitch
In the fucking town
Like eenie meenie miney mo
Easy to pick a hoe
Don't think a nigga sad if I lost one
Bitch I got plenty more
Can't tell if he a opp or he a fan
He better pick a role
Talk tough behind the screen but like to run
These niggas pick and roll
Ain't no time to play no games
So it's straight to work
Them niggas fucking wit yo head
You better make it hurt
Don't wanna take this shit too deep
Cause Ima make it hurt
Know all these people want me dead
So Im shooting first
Ima mad man
Fuck all the oppas
Used to play wit choppers
Killers in New Orleans
In Jamaica with the top shottas
Seen them bullets flying
Buss a nigga face up like a pimple popper
If you was really raw with all this shit
They ain't gone forget about ya
Im just try make some
They tryna take some of this shit from me
You know they fake son
They all gone hate son
Them niggas bummy
All these niggas want me broke
So you know I gotta get this cash more
Making moves so quickly
Like I live my life on fast forward
Making moves so quickly
Like I live my life on fast forward
Making moves so quickly
Like I live my life on fast forward
Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Dean
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