Got the Time

Drop two tabs I’m stargazing Rappers talk about hard times But they ain’t ever know about starvation That work or you don’t eat shit You ain’t familiar with it We on that plot and scheme shit I’m tryna make my team rich Bitches tryna get at me because they know I’m nasty But I’m too exhausted from rapping and money bag grabbing Money acquisition if you talk it we in business If you don’t I don’t even fuckin listening I got you hoping and wishing You music pop when it isn’t You trying to flex for internet I am more into fishing And getting down with my bitches I knew from back Seven hundred five baby Make these rappers cry babies calling for they dads Cop Chevrolets TV's equipment and all that Life's a video game, you get the cheat codes and it get insane A type of life you only dream to taste The type of life we steady chasing making no mistakes It's H double O-L-I gang to the fucking death of me I say it all the time, got the skills and the recipe Y’all seriously lacking I go out and all I hear people yelling is Patrick from hard work and magic At least it look that way when you is capping You rappers funny should’ve turned to comedians you got all us laughing Asking me for help I gotta tax you Either that or find a way to make you pay for my Wait up, hold up You don't even need a watch to know what time it is It's always Hooligang o'clock when we in the mix You don't even need a watch to know what time it is It's always Hooligang o'clock when we in the mix You don't even You don't even need to know what fucking time it is It's always Hooligang o'clock when we in the mix You don't even need a watch to know what time it is It's always Hooligang o'clock when we in the mix Need a watch to know what time it is It's always Hooligang o'clock when we in the mix