Time lost

Verse

You can’t kill my vibe

Grab the piccolo and slide

Theirs locked hands on her thighs

Look her in her eyes, she’s surprised

She know I’m from the city so she let me go up high

Playing with that pussy , got the passenger soaking

She told me put my eyes on the road and stay focused

I’ll be your Trick, be my Trina if you notice

Nan nigga fucking with my old bay

Oh shit

Oooh, I got the seasoning

Come through with them sticks

Give me a reasoning

Where a nigga standing , where we leaving him

Damn I got blood on these wheated timbs

Switch make him booty shake,

nah I ain’t Uncle Luke

Playing with my money

Imma Rrrr bout my loot

Sweat blood and tears

Imma die bout my group

But the naked hustle leaving out of towners Billy Blue

Ball like a dog or I’m balling like I’m Greezy

Did it like the Major so them bitches came easy

Did it like I’m 9, I’m deep up in her spine

I’m trynna blow her back out through her mind

Uh yea,

Ride me to the song where them two girls rapping

Her neck her back, man that still got me laughing

Don’t trust nan nigga, that’s the code

My dawg just died, and his dawg fucking his hoe

All these hoes grew up off of Katrina

Hit the road with cash money, but I turned into a dreamer

Something like Fat boy, I turned into a thinker

Yea

That’s cause I got a strong arm

Hit them hoes with a long

Ambidextrous yea them flows from my wrong arm

Fake love got them singing all my old songs

Gotta keep it moving

Help a nigga make it up

A sin just to keep in touch

Speaking through my music, know they hear me

I be speaking up

Motherfuck the radio, they act like they ain’t hearing us

Motherfuck the old heads, they act like they ain’t feeling us

Motherfuck the opps that got the drop, cause they ain’t pulling up

They be on the net, we at the gas station filling up

Yea I know them swipers, them real 4 lifers

Screaming bitch I’m from the city since in diapers

Ok

Mother fuck them people seen my dream and kept it moving

Section 8 , Free lunch line, that’s the movement

Jt Money told me let it go

Inspired by the A, they told me let it snow

One time for Sam Sneak,

Made it clear, they ain’t from the city,

So they don’t think how I think

Made them do the bop

The head dropped in some bleach

Shout out DJ Kidd, He brought the drop to the beach

Sabel Palms got screaming I was hot boy

And if you wasn’t in that video then you not boy

DMX got his coke off of my block

Four wheelers, dirt bike and a IROC

uncle Al in ha head just like cyclops

Give me time, give me my spot

I’m so throwed off, I need eye drops

If them people matter, give me my props

Im so throwed off….