No Time (feat. Lil Papi)

Uh huh, it’s P-Trill Lil Papi, what’s up? Stock and stack, that’s what we doin’ from now on Perfectin’ our craft, wait for the glow Nah, I ain’t got time for a hoe Beauty glowin’, but her heart isn’t gold N****s be lyin’, we know they gon’ fold Perfectin’ our craft, wait for the glow Nah, I ain’t got time for a hoe Beauty glowin’, but her heart isn’t gold N****s be lyin’, we know they gon’ fold (Yo P-Trill!) Yeah that be me My family and friends and I, we a team The idea of cool to me, isn’t lean I play for the Bucks, 2 step to the green Chattin’ ‘bout me, they like how we step in Focused on cream if we in this section Hopstep to my dreams, success my obsession Star on the court, ignore all objections Next to be great, I ain’t come here to play Wan’ be a man, get hit with this ray Stick to the code, I guess you can stay Just be real what I’m tryna convey So if it’s negative I have no time TK we cookin’ we need no thyme Killing’s a sin so I’m committin’ crime We eatin’ this beat alive, it’s a sign Think you ahead of me? Get back in line Down bad like the basement and I had to climb Safe to say I’m finally in my prime Until we all eatin’ I cannot recline Day and night in the stu, no snooze Build or destroy, what should I choose? With my blueprints as I look for the clues I’m deep in this game, I got too much to lose Perfectin’ our craft, wait for the glow Nah, I ain’t got time for a hoe Beauty glowin’, but her heart isn’t gold N****s be lyin’, we know they gon’ fold Perfectin’ our craft, wait for the glow Nah, I ain’t got time for a hoe Beauty glowin’, but her heart isn’t gold N****s be lyin’, we know they gon’ fold Didn’t get to say goodbye The Rolex doesn’t give you time Them bitches always gon’ slide She never gon’ hit your line The pressure hurt ‘em, had to climb F*ck you up in your prime And you was all on your grind And you was all on my mind Layin’ bodies make me cry Coupe and now I’m all sly Pockets get fatter, I’m sippin’ on juice Spittin’ the illest, I’m spittin’ my truth Money in pockets go straight to the booth He’s shootin’ for threes, but I’m coolin’ with deuce P-Trill and Lil Papi Stood up, never floppy Simmons just handle the rock (Ouu) Sippin’ on lean, got my face movin’ wock .30s they jack then I’m spinnin’ your block This for the n****s that died on the spot Shot in his chest, left his mom with the cops Thought he was the man, now he’s dead with his pops Not even 18, and she’s plannin’ a funeral More than a number, more than a numeral Writin’ this shit in my journal N****s who know it’s ‘bout Myrtle Music my baby, I’m feelin’ too fertile Writin’ this shit in my journal N****s who know it’s ‘bout Myrtle Music my baby, I’m feelin’ too fertile Ouu, Papi (Yeah) Perfectin’ our craft, wait for the glow Nah, I ain’t got time for a hoe Beauty glowin’, but her heart isn’t gold N****s be lyin’, we know they gon’ fold Perfectin’ our craft, wait for the glow Nah, I ain’t got time for a hoe Beauty glowin’, but her heart isn’t gold N****s be lyin’, we know they gon’ fold Perfectin’ our craft, wait for the glow Nah, I ain’t got time for a hoe Beauty glowin’, but her heart isn’t gold N****s be lyin’, we know they gon’ fold Perfectin’ our craft (Craft craft craft craft craft craft) Perfectin’ our craft (Craft craft craft craft craft craft)