Time never waits for no man, peep it slow hand
Lions is all we really no lambs
Get money split it over my broham
When you go outside don’t let the door slam
Don’t let the door slam
Don’t let the door slam
Don’t let the door slam
When you go outside…
Ok so time never waits for no man, peep it slow hand
Lions is all we really no lambs
Get money split it over my broham
When you go outside don’t let the door slam
Don’t let the door slam
Don’t let the door slam
Don’t let the door slam
When you go outside (keep quiet)
Grace is low I say a prayer for all of mine
Searching for a fixin' in these broken times
I let my anger feed my hunger pain
Plotting with my brother from another mother about running thangs
Another round table mission
Cause rap ain’t paying off &ain't no food in the kitchen
So I’m a get thee peed with that L or that smell
That make the smoker go crazy can you feel me like Brail?
Politicking bout a move or two
So we can put on for the city like they used to do
And all them hoes that didn’t call me boo
I break they backs when they see that wrong cruising through
Cause they respect it when they clocking major figures
Throwing turkey with the stuffing off a 18 wheelers
Watching for the laws with the judges on call
Shuck and jivein to get by with this pistol in my draws
Now who that peaking in my window?
Music on crescendo, vibin' to the sounds of the indo
Playing King Kong on Nintendo
I can’t trust a soul niggas giving up they kinfolk
Grandmammas, mamas and baby mothers
Grandfathers, fathers and baby brothers
Get scared find themselves undercover
You knew the consequences of pushing the junky’s hubors
I tell the story how it be
Don’t bring no dirt in mind
Don’t speak on what you see
Always call before you gone
You get jammed you don’t know me
Leave that wire at the door
Wash your hand before you eat
Don’t play the game if it ain’t keeps
Be ready for the finals better practice what you preach
You ain’t the stand-up type that find a seat
Your blood is thicker than water but both them thang leak
Them tattletales tell the tales of cars and clothes
The playa that pose for cameras and shine on hoes
Glim and glow wonder stroll with lights in the club
With drinks as 30 and shots as dubs
And people get kisses and hugs then niggas with plugs
Minus the sink, not talking bout tubs
Talking bout base you thinking bout sub-marine maybe
The weather holes in yo boat
The people that tell me people you know
The people that hurt, the people you owe, time
Now Daddy ain’t around to hold them down, nah
For the Benz with broads and rims instead of breaking
Even with odds and ends you doing 5 to 10
On the late night, for swimming in pools with great whites
They smell that dirty money, the last train to London
Or Paris, life is more than carats and fur coats
On the low that tic toc is worth mo'