Time For

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(Vicasso on another one)
 (SephGotTheWaves) oh, whoa, yeah
 Ohh
 (Q-R-N)
 Soaked up the gang from all the emojis, told me, "Blast first"
 He woulda put a bitch before me, I put cash first
 From the way I'm in and out that gym, call me McGregor
 The perfect caption for my picture, nothing regular, not just regular (and I just wanna know why)
 Why you haven't been here in my city love?
 'Cause I ain't got time for it, I'm tryna tazer up from day to night, this not Tom Ford
 This Off-White on my feet, I'm rockin' shit they cannot afford
 Shootin' guns when it was nice, you know we had us a lot of swords
 I got the sack, fucked it up twice but you know I got a lotta more
 Read you a story on my life, I swear to God that's a lot of storiеs
 Life's a gamble, you roll the dicе, I hope I bring back a nine to four
 We rode the block from day to night, we used to work from 'bout nine to four
 He let off shots right by the park, he hit him all in his spinal cord
 She like, "QPac, why you don't love me?" I told shawty I ain't dyin' for her
 Two double cups, I'm sippin' bubbly when we walk in designer stores
 That brand new Draco hold a whole hunnid
 I swear to God that I still got a lotta old hunnids
 I just wanna Crip, blue, six, so hunnid
 I just wanna make a quick flip, more money
 They know Big Peezy break his wrist cookin' over the stove runnin'
 Was on my back with no gelato, boy, we smokin' dead opps
 They know the rims be Forgiato, reason that these hoes love me
 I apologize in the Double R where I spill purple potions
 The seats specific chosen, in the Pacific Ocean I'm drownin' deep in the water
 I led my team to four wins then pass the ball to Miss Carter
 Oh, why a imperfect flower never grow in the garden?
 He reminisce, he get this thottie, left his heart in the projects
 Marvelous looks sing from the sky, I'm born to fly that's my daughter
 She see the tiger in my eye, I look at her, see two dinosaurs
 Inshallah, I got that bag now, steady pray to the Lord
 Straight down with Glock headshot gang just jumped out that new Porsche
 Gettin' dirt on the block, tryna make up a play just so we can live galore
 And I hit a thot in a room with her friends gripping on my extension cord
 If I give that location, no dropping the guap the neighborhood gon' come and kick your door
 She call me Jodi, she my Jodeci like I'm her baby boy
 Just sent a letter to lil' Leaky talkin' 'bout his baby boy
 If I don't tote that big four nick ma they gon' take your baby boy
 Lil' Greg got introduced to sixties, ever since, knew what it was
 And it ain't no "if" before the fame, they knew when I was off the porch
 

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02:08
Tempo
170 BPM

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