Time For It Lyrics

I been grinding all my days

I don't have time for it

We got plenty guns around us

We don't mind war

And when it's busy betta hit me

Though the side door

Don't say that nigga is yo brother

You gone die for em

Ain't nobody give me shit

I had to take mine

And I been patient with this shit

I know it take time

And ima throw my hood up

But I ain't Trayvon

I'm just happy that I

Made it pass them state lines

You can risk your life

They gone give you that

Crop a nigga out the picture

I ain't looking back

And I'm sorry please don't judge

Me from my crooked past

And I'm off the Hen

Might be aggressive

Whatchu looking at

Ha and they hit the dm

Where the booking at

Talking about a EP

Ion give it I gotta book of raps

We be in the lab it's smelly funky

Like we cooking crack

A nigga want a song

It's three k you gotta book to rap

Blood sweat tears into this shit

And I can't give up

We onna bumpy road

Went through a lil hiccup

Was told if a nigga fall

Then that nigga betta get up

Days one ain't days ones

Cause they be quick

To gone and switch up

Gotta push the weight

And be working ain't no sit up

My brother he been slacking

He expect for me to pick up

He could of got locked

A couple times when he was wit us

But he got locked by himself

We wasn't around

I know shit tough

I got pain in my eyes

Veins bussin out my head

Mama wonder why so many niggas

Won't her son dead

I wasn't up I gotta listen

To my fucking conscious

Now niggas killing over words

What the fuck it's nonsense

Now I'm playing all D

Like it's never offense

When it all fell down

Where the fuck y'all went

I got pain I got trauma yea I know we all vent

I know dirt about everybody

I know what y'all did