Time

We puttin' time frames and stuff like that, and now, man, we need to do this, man, we Need to Do that
I said, it's more if this was, like, mine, I don't Know how to do it
Hey
I don't know how

I ain't just gon' do that
Why you gon' do that
What's good love
Shit this rel, I ain't wanna go this route

But if you really want some bad, you gotta Stick shit out
And do with it what you want, just agitate it
Cause it's been eatin' at me, we don't even talk And shit
And tryna keep bringin' it up, I realized what I Did

I was askin' for somethin' I sucked at dealin' With
I was tryna communicate, but doin' somethin' Else
Just fussin' instead of listenin', really need my Help
I'm truly sorry, I'm finally seein' how you really Felt

Shit like I lost a breath
Shit like I'm losin' health
Uh
And she asked me why I'm cryin', I said, Jesus Wept

Had to lay off all the freak hoes
Crashed out, he bought a Benzo, but now it's Repo
It's sorta bad, you got slime, but you can't fuck
Niggas fuckin' turn 12 on you like the Winslows

Im high as hell, might just start to float
I'm probably biased, but this the realest shit I Ever wrote
I'ma be honest
All the shit we coulda did, shoulda been and Done it

I'm seein' shit up in my vision like I've sorta Seen it come
Gotta get this shit now, when we strugglin' for Nothin'
And it'll pipe down
I have a heat and all my hands just need the Right time

Fuckin' bitch up in a high beams, don't turn the Lights down
She said she wanna see it all
Yeah, she got 30 calls from a man to decline Them all
And now she thinkin' she my one girl, I'm Appalled

She said you left me bad, I ain't even far
Mmm, mmm
Just had to vent this shit really
Couldn't put it on nobody else, the music feel

I already know my mama prayin' for me, take Up all my healings
Niggas say I'm this and that, I ain't got feelings
So how, I'm feelin' what you sayin', nigga, think About it
I got the 40 on my side, I'll be the same Without it

Step to a nigga wrong, lay your ass a trending Topic
And that's for sure, though
Always drove a Mustang, don't want a four Door
Money over bitches, that's the bro code

Your bitch got bread and it's both dope
Y'all mad cause y'all niggas layin' around with Broke hoes
And that's a sick feeling
It's sick how he throw them shots, them Bullets penicillin'

I heard he got a drop top, then we gon' pill his Ceiling
Bro, he pull up with a chop-chop, taller than a Ceiling
Mmm, mmm
Bro, with a chop-chop, taller than a ceiling

Bullets whippin' around
And them bullets are sick, but then I'm just Killin' myself
Yeah, cause it ain't like you got me on no time Schedule
Like, I gotta be doin' this by the end of the Year, you feel me

Yo
Wait, I'm in the store right now
Let me, let me finish these songs up for ya
Yo, bro, I'm glad you did it

I just pulled up to church
Oh, well, perfect timing
I was, I'll holla at you like the news
I'mma call you, man

All right, then
Yeah