Father Time

Yeah, I hear you And I'm a make you shut the fuck up They see me movin' They want me to stop drop Off the face of earth But I'm a make it pop hot These niggaz are not, not Watch me take my spot got Money got power and respect Baby, I just hope times on my side I've been tryin' all my life Every block some ones dyin' Always high here's our life Come inside Energies my ammunition Like AK shells So think about that when you plan on dissin' Go straight to hell Bred to be ballin' since a baby kickin' I had the smell Brand new money ladies sniffin' They take a L I take a shit on rappers horse worth Can't die, must conquer the world first Like a monster to media On my beautiful girls search High and low I am no thing u tamper with Made the plan you should cancel it Make examples I trample shit Drop you here, I am cancerous Answer this, who can handle this? Scandalous, I dismantle these ants And piss on a trucer You think I seen the future How I wam crip recruper Fire hand Wam became a brand new man, big producer Gift from heaven Livin' legend and I come from queens Robbin' leggin' 3-5-7 in my fuckin' jeans Sufferin' and fucked up schemes Twin Bentleys Matchin' Beamers on a couple beams Try my sentence in They see me movin' They want me to stop drop Off the face of earth But I'm a make it pop hot These niggas are not, not Watch me take my spot got Money got power and respect Baby, I just hope times on my side I've been tryin' all my life Every block some ones dyin' Always high here's our life Come inside Murdered half of ya'll on my mix tapes Come rap up in my wrath Now, I'm laughin' look at ya rib cage Ya ass been in a slump Come blastin' I lend ya bitch face Success is what they want Tongue lashin'll get ya shit sprayed Have it how you want Blood bath I'm as sharp as switchblade You'll be smilin' for life Love flashin' I got the shit made Forget where I'm at now I passed 'em around the 6th grade Passion for my profession Outlast anyone you could name Hood fame got me ridin' in wood grain Look lame Stanten, Harlem to Brooklyn They know I'm cooked Cain Took aim rappin' would bang I could change But this sport ain't a good game I'm strappin', sir Back seat in the passenger Semi-auto massacre Shoppin' while I laugh at ya Rappers feed my appetite Metaphors will tackle ya These niggaz ain't half as nice Playboy in my afterlife Real nigga with cash and ice Drop the bread pass the dice Hope I crack twice They see me movin' They want me to stop drop Off the face of earth But I'm a make it pop hot These niggaz are not, not Watch me take my spot got Money got power and respect Baby, I just hope times on my side I've been tryin' all my life Every block some ones dyin' Always high here's our life Come inside