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