Matter of Time
It's just a matter of time, before they on my dick.
It's just a matter of time, before I'm the number one pick.
Before this rap shit, i had bitches hopping on my dick.
I seen that blood dry on my brother Tee, I carry my stick.
I told double R Ima give 'em pain I know they gotta feel me.
Ain't no capping ass rapper, on these beats I say the real me.
Who you bank with? If these raps don't work I'll do the roads filthy.
Die tryin like I'm 50
Die tryin like I'm 50
I seen the stars inside that double R, I cannot help but wait.
You know somedays I be tripping, so today I need my space.
I got this lean all in my cup, so baby I cant feel my face.
They ain't think that i could get this far, I put it in they face.
If you really felt a way, you should've said it to my face.
Tell them boys go get some money, cause if not they in the way.
Sometimes I can't tell what's worse, fake love or real hate.
I come from a real place
I come from a real place where.
You ain't nobody till somebody kill you.
High as fuck inside this Beamer, I'm still watching my rearview.
Ain't no love inside this shit, you gotta make them boys feel you.
I been talking to the sky, how you let them boys kill you
You ain't nobody till somebody kill you.
High as fuck inside this Beamer, I'm still watching my rearview.
Ain't no love inside this shit, you gotta make them boys feel you.
I been talking to the sky, how you let them boys kill you
I can't help but wait, everyday i need that pape.
They ain't treat you like i did, but you still up in they face.
They ain't do the things i did, how you just give up my place.
Just some thoughts inside my head the pop up while im out here mill chasing.
They show me love & in every hood, from Brownsville to mill basin Amiri all in my denim.
I remember dressing real basic & if i don't go get it, I'll be waiting here forever.
Niggas say they run the hood, and they'll be running there forever.
I'm just tryna stack this cheddar spent my whole life public housing, I'm just tryna live better.
Know we ready for whatever ski down, gloves on, let the Nina sing
Coachella.
Baby I'm just tryna
You ain't nobody till somebody kill you.
High as fuck inside this Beamer, I'm still watching my rearview.
Ain't no love inside this shit, you gotta make them boys feel you.
I been talking to the sky, how you let them boys kill you
You ain't nobody till somebody kill you.
High as fuck inside this Beamer, I'm still watching my rearview.
Ain't no love inside this shit, you gotta make them boys feel you.
I been talking to the sky, how you let them boys kill you
It's just a matter of time, before I'm the number one pick.
Before this rap shit, i had bitches hopping on my dick.
I seen that blood dry on my brother Tee, I carry my stick.
I told double R Ima give 'em pain I know they gotta feel me.
Ain't no capping ass rapper, on these beats I say the real me.
Who you bank with? If these raps don't work I'll do the roads filthy.
Die tryin like I'm 50
Die tryin like I'm 50
I seen the stars inside that double R, I cannot help but wait.
You know somedays I be tripping, so today I need my space.
I got this lean all in my cup, so baby I cant feel my face.
They ain't think that i could get this far, I put it in they face.
If you really felt a way, you should've said it to my face.
Tell them boys go get some money, cause if not they in the way.
Sometimes I can't tell what's worse, fake love or real hate.
I come from a real place
I come from a real place where.
You ain't nobody till somebody kill you.
High as fuck inside this Beamer, I'm still watching my rearview.
Ain't no love inside this shit, you gotta make them boys feel you.
I been talking to the sky, how you let them boys kill you
You ain't nobody till somebody kill you.
High as fuck inside this Beamer, I'm still watching my rearview.
Ain't no love inside this shit, you gotta make them boys feel you.
I been talking to the sky, how you let them boys kill you
I can't help but wait, everyday i need that pape.
They ain't treat you like i did, but you still up in they face.
They ain't do the things i did, how you just give up my place.
Just some thoughts inside my head the pop up while im out here mill chasing.
They show me love & in every hood, from Brownsville to mill basin Amiri all in my denim.
I remember dressing real basic & if i don't go get it, I'll be waiting here forever.
Niggas say they run the hood, and they'll be running there forever.
I'm just tryna stack this cheddar spent my whole life public housing, I'm just tryna live better.
Know we ready for whatever ski down, gloves on, let the Nina sing
Coachella.
Baby I'm just tryna
You ain't nobody till somebody kill you.
High as fuck inside this Beamer, I'm still watching my rearview.
Ain't no love inside this shit, you gotta make them boys feel you.
I been talking to the sky, how you let them boys kill you
You ain't nobody till somebody kill you.
High as fuck inside this Beamer, I'm still watching my rearview.
Ain't no love inside this shit, you gotta make them boys feel you.
I been talking to the sky, how you let them boys kill you
Credits
Writer(s): Jatelle Wilcher
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