Prime Time

Two semi autos, we bout to go full
Took off so fast, been yellin' go Forbes
Betta run fast with yo punk ass
When my gun blast I'mma gon pass
Pussy nigga, talk that talk
You gon' get all that chalk
Fuck you and who you say you'll be missed
Pussy nigga, talk that talk
You gon' get all that chalk
Seventeen, bet you all we won't miss

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Crusader's one of the realest verses I eva wrote
But all my verses be real, you could believe the quotes
I'm movin' real how I feel, I turn niggas to ghosts
These rumors have it, don't kill me, don't get up your hopes
I stay ready and my wrist steady
Niggas stay at Whipdally, come and get buried
John Flint, still I neva slit
Matchin' shorts with the grisp, movin' militant
Yessir, 80 thousand worth of jewels on me, burr
Niggas shine be my new homies, curve
Trust will get you dust to line up, I heard
Damn, bitch, ovabread he call it paper, Sam Witch
Corner stores full with minerals, a past fit
Donts was the king, get 'im slicka with ages
Don't play my mirrors, don't play that shit when I
Come, nigga, I'm not done, no
My paranoia's healthy, they wanna be gangsta
I just wanna be wealthy, god

(Hook)

(2)
I stay strapped everyday, pussy
I kill you like I'm bout to kill J, pussy
She a hot count lil honey
I don't count on nobody I just count on my money
These niggas broke and full of excuses - ridiculous
Me and the paper in sync like dirty dishes
My nigga Block clean diamonds in his dentures
Eatin' on rock slings, grind is relentless
And the same goes for me
Champs say it's always shovel when I'm winning that gold T
That's my muthafuckin' brother, he'll kill anything fo' me
Real nigga shit, I don't owe nothin' when I pull up out that dealership
You betta know who you dealin' with

(Hook)



Credits
Writer(s): Roland Collins, Damian Ashmeade
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