Times Up

Im the nigga with the perpetual oyster bars
mother of pearl delivery voice of god
and its hard just being the boss
being i cant go to jail because those years will cost me
don’t let me get wrong lay a nigga down if he force me
id rather just sit back and roll a dutch
think about how im going to put the game in the cobra clutch
think about how im going to get caine over customs
never underestimate niggas or over trust em
yeah them m’s is right in my face
i just gotta throw my timbs on a tighten my lace
if it don’t jam the tech ill spray
when i spit everybody gotta split like pepper spray
cause im a nigga that hates to settle
im a man of the lord but i still cant shake the devil
moved away but still cant escape the ghetto
The time to talk is up so bring the heat, playtime is over
while your runnin your mouth im creeping up over your shoulder
gun, knife bat or brick anything i can get my hands on
call my bluff start acting up and ill leave you underground
I know how to get my peers off me
make em cry and die from high blood pressure
cause tears are salty
it’s a symptom if you bobbing your head
you know that hes sick
you know the flow is ridic
and i throw him a grip
when i get it you already know im throwing them bricks
putting purple everyone daddy im throwing them knicks
that’s right homie you cant move me
i aint goin nowhere
im in the hood like bootleg movies
all you shooting is the breeze
or bootleg oozie
im just waiting on the q like suzie
don’t lose me
the penitentiary chances that i take
should be enough to get the mansions by the lake
but i invest my bread into something else
and the something else that ill make something melt
you just gotta feel the kid
if not rap for the fact a’ how real he is
The time to talk is up so bring the heat, playtime is over
while your runnin your mouth im creeping up over your shoulder
gun, knife bat or brick anything i can get my hands on
call my bluff start acting up and ill leave you underground
Hey yo, niggas know the champions are here
we took it from crack to rap
now he put out two anthems a year
i just wanna rock for a century
then chase the book with the documentary
if you cant do nothing other than flow
life a bitch like that mother from blow
let’s go
don’t make me put your heart in you lap
fuck riding the beat nigga
ill parallel park on the track
hop out looking crispy fresh and new
it’s a six but it’s a bm and its pepsi blue
now i don’t know you
but i know that a man becomes a man by a man
by all the shit he go through.
yall aint fuc*** with jason
after i cash in theres really no justification
of how im going to change the game
so don’t get outa line
cause this little nine will change your frame
The time to talk is up so bring the heat, playtime is over
while your runnin your mouth im creeping up over your shoulder
gun, knife bat or brick anything i can get my hands on
call my bluff start acting up and ill leave you underground