Prime

I ain't got no time
Baby just hit my line
But if you need a dime bag scratch that
I've been getting money only running where the bag at
Taking pictures baby post it with a hashtag
Ain't got time
No I don't
Rather spend up all my time spitting crazy flows
And I got crazy goals
Is what it is, I got bulletproof true roots
Screw a few, bitch I'm pulling up with big dudes
Switch sides I can see that they snakes
I had to get up out the puddle, put some shit on my plate
I had to get up on my hustle
Stack the money in huddles
Then pick the real from the fake
I stayed the same and made the money done double
I'm try'n stay out of trouble
But it's tricky when sticking knee deep in the streets
I really need to make a milli
Hit the rinse and repeat
But though my brother try'n put another son on the T
See, g.

Look
I'm try'n make it out the fucked up times
I'm from the gutter spitting other mother fucked up rhymes
I know your brother isn't tougher than my fucked up mind, and
I'm nearly in my prime, no I ain't selling no dime bags
I'm back up on my money stacking
Make it happen
Never capping
Try'n make it cause I'm sick of trapping
But it is what it is bitch
I gotta stack this money, gotta run up a business
My witness is

Apollo
I could double g's up in a team
But just for me, I think I'd rather keep it solo
Maybe on the low though, I could bring my brother in
I'm making money, can't give fucks about the government
I'm running it, and fucking loving it
The nugs I'm covered in
Bitch my packs are heavy, I steady keep flipping doubling
Doubled it, the packs that's coming in
I am not struggling
MC's really need to fucking keep up with what's coming in
You can't deal with the facts,
I'm making money fucking dealing the packs
And keep it real in the rap
Peeled back another scalp
Cause they be running there mouth
I keep the drip and all these bitches in drought
I'm try'n get out the horrid times, with the bossest rhymes
It's not a crime to live my life on the line
And we can knife up your spine
Friends stabbing backs know I witnessed that
You niggas never even listened to no realer rap
Straight facts
Nigga better back up
Act up, fuck around and now you getting smacked up
Are you try'n see it or you fucking blind?
Too many quick epiphanies and misery on mind
But still I try to find a reason, for treason
It's fuck the government like what the fuck do you believe in?
It's Jesus.
For fuck's sake, these niggas see I'm doing good and now they picking food off my plate
For God's sake, can we all turn around
I'm sick of seeing all my weakened niggas peak just getting leaved on the ground
It's my town, not yours bitch
Getting off course quick
Fuck a little piece, I'm try'n eat up fucking all of it
You know I'm the best
I proved to be the king and that's the reason that I beat on my chest
I said I proved to be the king and that's the reason that I stick in the jungle
Rumble, we ready to rumble

I'm try'n make it out the fucked up times
I'm from the gutter spitting other mother fucked up rhymes
I know your brother isn't tougher than my fucked up mind, and
I'm nearly in my prime, I ain't selling no dime bags
I'm back up on my money stacking
Make it happen
Never capping
Try'n make it cause I'm sick of trapping
But it is what it is bitch
I gotta stack this money, gotta run up a business
My witness is