All the Time

Where the blunts for my people, they be tweakin' Every time they wanna come at me, they sneakin' I don't bother with the fairy tales they speakin' All the time I talk to God but never meet him All the time, I don't fall in line All the time, you ain't no God of mine All the time, my eyes are barely open All the time, pray I'm never sober All I am after is money but maybe here with it is power And everything in it before and then after I promised to God to cower I only relate to the royalty, they soil the name with the crown They dip it in silver with slivers of filler They just wanna be in the crowd I been paid my dues, I been without roof Opiate junkie that die for the loot From here, I will try for the truth Prosperity barely there for me I hang on diminishing threads I hang on the corner with homies with burners In case there's a need for the lead Can't lose your mind if it was never there Can't rehab if you never share Keep it on lock with a milli in the sock But don't duck down when you hear those shots You gotta be a man and never tell a soul Keep your conscience down in that hole When it comes back, you ain't never gotta use it That's good for a kid who lose shit Then you run back to that drop Like you ain't never been a binge It's middle of the summer but you got long sleeves In the place of the pinched up skin You ain't gonna be a kid in the end You in too deep, little homie Oh you want that girl You ain't never gonna talk to her Sleepin' in the streets little homie Where the blunts for my people, they be tweakin' Every time they wanna come at me, they sneakin' I don't bother with the fairy tales they speakin' All the time I talk to God but never meet him All the time, I don't fall in line All the time, you ain't no God of mine All the time, my eyes are barely open All the time, pray I'm never sober Not materialistic, I've never had nothin' to brag about All I got's family, God, and my squad I never got why I should drag it out Been chasin' a dragon, I finally caught him But he disappeared in my hands Replacing him, nothing but symbols and thoughts Of when I can ball up and then save me a band I'm living for bitches and blunts Weed and the money they complement Bitches say bomb is the crew Well trust me, lil shawty got common sense They look in astonishment, I am not moderate Homie, go hard or go home Go to your block and I take all your stock And I promise to God that my cover won't blow I'm ridin' the beat much too easy Supposin' your bitch my producer She look at me, my Mamacita She look at you motionless, turn to Medusa I could seduce her, but shit, I prefer to get high I told the devil to pick his poison, he ain't gonna die When everybody talk and all I really seem to hear Is nothing but this ringin' All I really wanna do is sit in solitude Tell the bitch in the chair quit singin' If the room ain't spinnin' Well shit, I must be sober But I got all the time in the world so it ain't never over Where the blunts for my people, they be tweakin' Every time they wanna come at me, they sneakin' I don't bother with the fairy tales they speakin' All the time I talk to God but never meet him All the time, I don't fall in line All the time, you ain't no God of mine All the time, my eyes are barely open All the time, pray I'm never sober