Time Is Gone
Who you know done made it out the hood without no statements
Been thuggin since a baby
Man I swear you niggas can't take me I been thinking bout it for to long them pain pills gon take me
Get the feeling that I'm hated I don't know why these niggas hate me, Uh
I'm jus a nigga from the Mac
Securing all these bands tryna find the bigger stacks
Man I got chops and big glocks that's why you niggas lack
And I ain't Neva been a snitch don't try to play me like no rat
And I been running up this paper uh
Been tryna get it for my niggas I ain't patient uh
My bitch be litty throwing titties I ain't made it uh
My turn came cuz I waited
Now I'm finally finna take it uhhh
Man what the deal witchu
I put my nigga in yo circle they gon deal witchu
And I don't claim to be no killer but I'll still kill ya
And they sayin ima bitch boy ima grave dig ya
I'm jus a seven figure nigga
Who daily gettin bigger
Sending shots off at yo liver
He dead and I won't miss 'em
Man Y'all ain't havin motion foreal You niggas ain't no threats
So why you claim to be a gangsta nigga fuck you and all yo sets
Who you know done made it out the hood without no statements
Been thuggin since a baby
Man I swear you niggas can't take me I been thinking bout it for to long them pain pills gon take me
Get the feeling that I'm hated I don't know why these niggas hate me, Uh
I got these racks stacked to the ceiling
My brotha told me I'm a star I guess I just get the feeling
All these blues inside my pocket you'll think a nigga crippin
These niggas sayin I'm A bitch lil baby show 'em how I'm livin
I'm smokin pounds in a day
Cause I can't conversate
Get in that mode get that money
Gotta show I can't be late
Cut off my niggas cause they fake
Drown my sorrows In a lake
I put a 100 on his head he ain't alive til this day uhhh
But free my brotha out that can
Say I can't, Yeah I can
I can't cry I'm just a man
Tryna figure what's the plan
Pop these perks to get the feelin that I ain't ever had
I was broke up inna trenches got that money ain't goin back
I remember all them armed robberies
These niggas know that I'm a make it ain't nobody work as hard as me
Went from the bottom to the top niggah Watchu say
Pardon me
This shit made me who I am but I hate the streets with every part of me
Who you know done made it out the hood without no statements
Been thuggin since a baby
Man I swear you niggas can't take me I been thinking bout it for to long them pain pills gon take me
Get the feeling that I'm hated I don't know why these niggas hate me, Uh,
Been thuggin since a baby
Man I swear you niggas can't take me I been thinking bout it for to long them pain pills gon take me
Get the feeling that I'm hated I don't know why these niggas hate me, Uh
I'm jus a nigga from the Mac
Securing all these bands tryna find the bigger stacks
Man I got chops and big glocks that's why you niggas lack
And I ain't Neva been a snitch don't try to play me like no rat
And I been running up this paper uh
Been tryna get it for my niggas I ain't patient uh
My bitch be litty throwing titties I ain't made it uh
My turn came cuz I waited
Now I'm finally finna take it uhhh
Man what the deal witchu
I put my nigga in yo circle they gon deal witchu
And I don't claim to be no killer but I'll still kill ya
And they sayin ima bitch boy ima grave dig ya
I'm jus a seven figure nigga
Who daily gettin bigger
Sending shots off at yo liver
He dead and I won't miss 'em
Man Y'all ain't havin motion foreal You niggas ain't no threats
So why you claim to be a gangsta nigga fuck you and all yo sets
Who you know done made it out the hood without no statements
Been thuggin since a baby
Man I swear you niggas can't take me I been thinking bout it for to long them pain pills gon take me
Get the feeling that I'm hated I don't know why these niggas hate me, Uh
I got these racks stacked to the ceiling
My brotha told me I'm a star I guess I just get the feeling
All these blues inside my pocket you'll think a nigga crippin
These niggas sayin I'm A bitch lil baby show 'em how I'm livin
I'm smokin pounds in a day
Cause I can't conversate
Get in that mode get that money
Gotta show I can't be late
Cut off my niggas cause they fake
Drown my sorrows In a lake
I put a 100 on his head he ain't alive til this day uhhh
But free my brotha out that can
Say I can't, Yeah I can
I can't cry I'm just a man
Tryna figure what's the plan
Pop these perks to get the feelin that I ain't ever had
I was broke up inna trenches got that money ain't goin back
I remember all them armed robberies
These niggas know that I'm a make it ain't nobody work as hard as me
Went from the bottom to the top niggah Watchu say
Pardon me
This shit made me who I am but I hate the streets with every part of me
Who you know done made it out the hood without no statements
Been thuggin since a baby
Man I swear you niggas can't take me I been thinking bout it for to long them pain pills gon take me
Get the feeling that I'm hated I don't know why these niggas hate me, Uh,
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Writer(s): Jason Jones
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