Primetime

Man

Yeah, the only thing I want my brother to be is nothin' like me
I been real calm fo' to long, come n' try me
Fuck with an attitude hoe, come get feisty
Smoke out the noise, stupid bitch I ain't fighting
Could they be playin' faces? Most likely
That's why I keep an open mind, I might be
Gone off a pill n' it start to enlight me
You know the deal, keep it lowkey, no sightsee

Drivin' up north fo' a ten minute sesh
Fuck wit' 'em outta state hoes, that's the best
Slurrin' my words, feel it in every breath
Faith in my brothers, yeah we all up next
My perception been easy to conquer
Working smarter, working harder
Told my boy, "Boy you betta not knock her"
'Cause right now ain't no time to be a father

Purple rain, I jus' need some drank, color Soul Plane
Fuck it up, keepin' up the pace, fuckin' up the bank
And that's the only way, hope yo' dumbass feel the same
I got her doin' planks, while I'm strokin' it insane
Yuh, yeah I'm overstimulated
AFI, keep me a .45, and it's stainless
You a wannabe, boy, jus' face it
My actions speak louder than words, can't fake it
Wait fo' me to drop, 'cause they copy n' paste it
Dub, dub, dubs in the air, got it rainin'
Feelin' to aware in this new generation
Primetime I ain't finna waste it

Fuck that, run that, big tec, compact
Four- wheel drive, swervin' 'round in a hunchback
Good gas, big pack, time to relax
Poor man, rich man, happiness in that

I know your moves, I was once filled with hate
I know that death to easy to relate
Jesus you got me, I thank you n' pray
Live in borrowed time, it's day after day
She was for the streets, man, what a shame
Nah, huh, I can play that game
Hi- tech, boy I ain't felt the same
What the fuck is therapy fo', smokin' dank

Man, you could probably do it too
Man, you could probably do it soon
You could probably jus' flip that dog food
Masked up like, MF Doom

Yeah, masked up like, MF Doom



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Writer(s): Jose Torres Garcia
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