Time (Freestyle)

Shit, nigga You know the truth You nigga know I rip everything I get on, period (Swish) Sticks and stones break bones, but these choppers crush egos Slits on my wrist, it's the emo demon Gray bags will go upside his head up in Nieman's It's some shit on me, I'm with shit show on the '60s That's Bricc Baby, got that clip hanging, Scottie Pippen Never listen when a broke nigga talk, pay attention Three K's in a duffle like I'm carrying a midget Side talking, we'll strip niggas Gymnastic, flip niggas John Madden, blitz niggas F&N's hit different That swiss cheese from a Big Mac for kids meals Rolls-Royce Dawn, I peeled off in a big wheel Mumbling under your breath, you niggas better sit still Any nigga wanna wrestle, hit him with a steel chair When this 40 ounce bounce, it ain't beer cans Shells dropping out the cannon same size as wheelbarrows Long dicks on the 40 get harder than Will Ferrell You ain't say no homo, shut up 'fore I let this stick off Bullets make a nigga double dutch and Chris Rock Double D's on the chop, I had to put the tits on 'em Shit talker, aiming .223s at any shit starter For the bag, they'll put you in one, so you could shit out it The chair, you can sit in it, lil' nigga, I beat it Michael, machete on the K like Myers Longstocking, nigga, that's more money, more problems The have and the have-nots, you be in soap operas Stars, I'ma aim at one if you want problems Big dog, all these bitches call me papi like we partying You see my posts on the 'Gram, ain't doing no arguing, shit You be target practice, I'm harder than all these rappers You with all the capping Nigga, for real Get with the program 'fore the program get with you These chopsticks tummy with a side of jūjutsu Mae Ling, Soo-Yung, I'm Malcolm in the middle That's a threesome, two-piece him if he playing with my skrilla It's the Thrilla in Manila Dope cookies, would you steal for me? Kill for me? Get up on the stand and lie for me when the sheriff on me? Shut the party down if it's any mis-confusion My million dollar ass'll get out this Rolls and get to shooting Don't play with me, it stay with me, you niggas just play pimping I really play bitches, dog 'em out and slay bitches How I do 'em down bad, down bad and make 'em hate niggas Shit, for real Jump up off the stage and rock the mic if you for me We know the truth before the song was even over That's a free throw, get the scorekeeper, store runners Had no say-so on his forefront I'll put a pussy nigga out using one shot, what you thought? Oh, you figured I was only gon' say one punch If he speaking evil thoughts, we gon' cut his tongue off Bitch, it's wartime, hang a nigga up, it's chore time It's gon' be a rough split in his head, divorce time 50 shots, but I gave him 36 from four nines, ugh You know the truth Man, stop playing with me, nigga, y'all know what's going on Man, so cold I do 'em two, man, nigga know the truth, niggas know what's going on We know the truth, you know the truth, ain't that the truth? I rip everything, niggas know Put some respect on my name, I run this shit, nigga I am LA, nigga, and don't you never think nothing different Yeah We know what's going on Shit, nigga Sheesh Yeah, I'ma start doing that again 'Cause y'all think, like, nigga, nigga, nigga Yeah, ain't no, ain't no such thing as new Drakeo Y'all thought 'cause I stopped doing that and all that, ugh, and all that And Mister Big Bank Budda, Big Bank Uchies Baby, and all that Y'all, y'all thought a nigga was starting being nice or something, yeah Yeah, Shenenehs and Pippy Longs and all that Yeah, all that, yeah Yeah, Mister, Mister, Mister Big Bank Uchies Baby Mister This, Mister Foreign Whip Crasher, and all that, yeah Yeah And I do not drive a Wraith, I drive a Dawn, it's a big difference Put some respect on this shit, bitch I am from Los Angeles, California South Central I ain't grow up in the suburbs Ugh Bitch Put some respect on this shit, bitch