Free Time

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Ayy, Marc, what it do?
 I don't know everything I want
 She need time, oh
 I need time, oh
 (Based God)
 I know that it's real
 Fillin' me in my body, run emotions
 I hate on me, ain't know it
 Can't lend them your heart like a token
 I'm leavin' scars on your body, it ain't no status
 We undecided, want my attention, they say top
 Stackin' that money, it grow to galore
 Don't want me in Bentley, my engines in Rolls
 I got problems, I wanted it ghost
 All that shit from a child took a toll
 I be runnin' on time for these hoes
 She need time to think, and I say, "No"
 Tell me that nobody knows
 I don't wanna preach it on my own
 You don't wan' come in, I'm goin' inside
 I'ma stand on the top in the front where it lies
 I'ma clean that bitch out like I hit it with Tide
 We don't need no time to rise
 We don't need no one to know, this shit can't be televised
 Need nothin' but a gun and my bro on side
 We on go, one floor from late tonight
 I be with it, they save in they mind how I get it
 He want smoke, it's a go, ain't no waitin', I send it
 I be on it, I'm pushin' this trey to the limit
 Ain't no tellin', I bet him then wait up in prison
 I'ma stretch him and top, but he tellin' my business
 We connivin' and robbin', ain't changin' my livin'
 Nigga know how I'm rockin', no floppin', I hit it
 Pussy nigga be hollerin', ain't comin' 'pecific
 I be runnin', yeah
 I don't know everything I want
 She need time, oh
 I need time, oh
 I know that it's real
 Fillin' me in my body, run emotions
 I hate on me, ain't know it
 Can't lend them your heart like a token
 I'm leavin' scars on your body, it ain't no status
 We undecided, want my attention, they say top
 I got them hitters with me, her friends know we play for keeps, mm, mm
 Let's go find some peace, right off in the bitch, uh-huh
 Come stakeout with me, I ain't got time to leave, yeah
 I drunk too much lean, I can't feel my feet, uh, yeah
 Check how a nigga be drippin'
 We on 'em, we surfin' in business (yeah, slide)
 I'm talkin' a lot, I ain't kiddin'
 You want it, we get up and get it (yeah, body)
 That chopper be poppin', I spit it
 I call it, I'm screamin', "Good riddance" (yeah, die)
 You know that I'm poppin', no skillet
 These bitches wan' get in my business
 I say that I'm runnin', them hitters be gunnin'
 I'm droppin' it on 'em, them niggas go under
 I'ma ride in the black, blowin' loud with the llama
 I'm in love with that money, I spend it all summer
 While I run with the sack, I'ma try not to fumble
 I'ma stay with that pole in the bed like a plumber
 Get away from her love, I see that it's comin'
 She be stalkin', she got me, she turn to a hunter
 I be runnin', yeah
 I don't know everything I want
 She need time, oh
 I need time, oh
 Ayy, Marc, what it do?
 

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Duration
02:55
Key
7
Tempo
137 BPM

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