Time

I hit the blunt, the mind's awake So foggy in the room, you think I'm plotting my escape No condoms getting used when I refuse your common stakes So when my actions get reviewed, I don't remove or hide my face Recap on my mistakes Trusting intentions not envisioned Inside my plate No timing out Put that gas and milage inside the Interstate Distracted now, so emotions got this potent Lasting the day I'm sober now And my brain is pounding like I just sprayed the K What's the pitch to perfect now Niggas surfing now This shit you speak don't ever make a sound Niggas Charlie now You flipped a brick, you think you Marcus now Nigga, pipe it down You flip the script when gangsters come around Cousin Caitlyn now Don't fake it, nigga Habit of thinking time will avenge all the abandoned scenes Part of me feels nobody has really been a fan of me Why does this blood that's flowing with love feel like amphetamine All I can think for time in sync sink is f*ck a, f*ck a wedding ring Can't sit and wait in line The number one regret for molded vets is how they wasted time Can't compliment a soul who pick a role and cannot stay in line That's why I ride alone and keep'em rolled To spark a nick of time I got it Ugh So bitch just sit in line The number two regret for all you vets is y'all can't f*ck with I I compliment myself cause health is wealth I pray I stay in line I only ride alone they cloned Tyrone but you'll see over time I sip this cup then drift away So drippy in the booth You think I'm tryna swim away It's always gon' be an Ebony next to a Lisa Rae And I don't want neither one of them hoes I'm on a different wave I still do it big like Butterbean If you disrespect you get bada bing'd Put 11 on em like Yao Ming Pride on me like Dr. King Honor printed all across the sleeve Gotta stay trill by any means I lead the team like Willie Beam Like I can't be reached I'ma let the ring The line is open Lost inside of this potent Shit get cloudy when you surrounded by tired emotion Kick the door open Now my karma's controlling this motion Mo important niggas can't count on my failure I'm goaded Locked and unloaded off the chain I can't be modest Bitch I'm wildin' Got no time for conversation F*ck a problem make a dollar Bitch I ain't got time for waiting Never ask them how we got it I just boss up on my station Now they asking for my condiments I chose to eat my steak with We got it Niggas stuck on rewinding half of their confidence Come from nonsense They chose to deposit Ask them what plays have he made That wasn't pre-made through Mufasa Common mistake Try to relate to the plate that's beside em All this hate they throw Can't contain my soul Wonder why the paper flowin' Cause I play my role No illusion nor confusion Can't contain my glow I'm not new to this A lunatic became my flow 9 blow Silence Of The Lamb Chop Rappers In Insane Asylums Every time I beef I just get a call like twist we got em Uber to your final destination Brother Lynch be drivin Dump the whole magazine I'm the source so I be vibin Coast to Nostra sit you down like coasters While my robbers mobbin Niggas can't address me I be dressin This that Thousand Islands Hate while in Alabama I go get a chair about it Top Gun recruit Tom Crusin then I air'em out Can't sit and wait in line The number one regret for molded vets is how they wasted time Can't compliment a soul who pick a role and cannot stay in line That's why I ride alone and keep'em rolled To spark a nick of time I got it Ugh So bitch just sit in line The number two regret for all you vets is y'all can't f*ck with I I compliment myself cause health is wealth I pray I stay in line I only ride alone they cloned Tyrone but you'll see over time