Father Time

Yeah, I hear you
 And I'm a make you shut the fuck up
 They see me movin'
 They want me to stop drop
 Off the face of earth
 But I'm a make it pop hot
 These niggaz are not, not
 Watch me take my spot got
 Money got power and respect
 Baby, I just hope times on my side
 I've been tryin' all my life
 Every block some ones dyin'
 Always high here's our life
 Come inside
 Energies my ammunition
 Like AK shells
 So think about that when you plan on dissin'
 Go straight to hell
 Bred to be ballin' since a baby kickin'
 I had the smell
 Brand new money ladies sniffin'
 They take a L
 I take a shit on rappers horse worth
 Can't die, must conquer the world first
 Like a monster to media
 On my beautiful girls search
 High and low I am no thing u tamper with
 Made the plan you should cancel it
 Make examples I trample shit
 Drop you here, I am cancerous
 Answer this, who can handle this?
 Scandalous, I dismantle these ants
 And piss on a trucer
 You think I seen the future
 How I wam crip recruper
 Fire hand
 Wam became a brand new man, big producer
 Gift from heaven
 Livin' legend and I come from queens
 Robbin' leggin' 3-5-7 in my fuckin' jeans
 Sufferin' and fucked up schemes
 Twin Bentleys
 Matchin' Beamers on a couple beams
 Try my sentence in
 They see me movin'
 They want me to stop drop
 Off the face of earth
 But I'm a make it pop hot
 These niggas are not, not
 Watch me take my spot got
 Money got power and respect
 Baby, I just hope times on my side
 I've been tryin' all my life
 Every block some ones dyin'
 Always high here's our life
 Come inside
 Murdered half of ya'll on my mix tapes
 Come rap up in my wrath
 Now, I'm laughin' look at ya rib cage
 Ya ass been in a slump
 Come blastin' I lend ya bitch face
 Success is what they want
 Tongue lashin'll get ya shit sprayed
 Have it how you want Blood bath
 I'm as sharp as switchblade
 You'll be smilin' for life
 Love flashin' I got the shit made
 Forget where I'm at now
 I passed 'em around the 6th grade
 Passion for my profession
 Outlast anyone you could name
 Hood fame got me ridin' in wood grain
 Look lame Stanten, Harlem to Brooklyn
 They know I'm cooked Cain
 Took aim rappin' would bang
 I could change
 But this sport ain't a good game
 I'm strappin', sir
 Back seat in the passenger
 Semi-auto massacre
 Shoppin' while I laugh at ya
 Rappers feed my appetite
 Metaphors will tackle ya
 These niggaz ain't half as nice
 Playboy in my afterlife
 Real nigga with cash and ice
 Drop the bread pass the dice
 Hope I crack twice
 They see me movin'
 They want me to stop drop
 Off the face of earth
 But I'm a make it pop hot
 These niggaz are not, not
 Watch me take my spot got
 Money got power and respect
 Baby, I just hope times on my side
 I've been tryin' all my life
 Every block some ones dyin'
 Always high here's our life
 Come inside