About That Time (feat. Smoke Gzus & Skribbal)

Could you just Listen to what I have to say I have to pray I have to I have to stay With my head in the game Before I lose it That's if I Haven't yet Not winning too many bets So I stopped taking risks It's kinda boring I should be touring Or dating a Taurus You know something exciting Life been dull as if I hopped on the track And just said the same shit twice Not gone repeat myself Listen with your ears and eyes Let me know if you need it in brail Not fond of judgment I am tryna reach a bigger scale Sick of the doubt Like I need a bottle of ginger ale Could you just Listen to what I have to say I have to pray I have to Smoke A tedious task To talk tough on the track When in fact You're a cream puff Seats of a Cadillac But I ain't cataract status I'm seeing through the whole apparatus X-ray eyes covered by black glasses Life is real when you started from the field Made it to the end game and then smashed it into particles I played your song I'm still waiting on the part that kills I eat on every track Facts but I'm starving still No disciple but I pick the fork up I close my eyes and see my Tahoe as a tour bus Pull up Rock a show for the fans to say hi too I'm tripping, I'm just sliding through The Chick-Fil-A drive thru Married to the mic so I treat it like my boo Give me a call for the replay I'm still on that '95 shit Ghost Town DJs And we pray Ay Ayyyy It's about that time It's about that time Until Next Rhyme It's about that time Could you just Listen to what I have to say I have to pray I have to I've been down for a minute But I'm right back in it I came here to represent it Cali flow Grab the mic I'm sending shots through the walls When I rock get your glock Cause I'm popping at y'all Better not stir the pot Cause we mobbing 12 deep On the creek Snatch the mufuckin' grills out ya teeth Lil freak Get ya eyes fixed Hit you with that grime shit You ain't see me coming with that beat box I hit the spot Beast when them beats not I be that G Shawty with a mean shot I got the fiends in my pocket That's the cream crop Disorderly Morbid A deformity The monster lives inside It's the core in me I oughta be Locked up But I'm not cause I'm mobbed up Roll around ya city letting lose Ain't no glocks tough It's about that time It's about that time Until Next Rhyme It's about that time