every time wasn't time

every time wasn't time wasn't my mine but it was then I cried then I died I identified where i didn't try almost didn't nigga down stil flyyyyyy learnt ta get it out the ground I do better no one round me I drop some change on a pound I ain't selling a gram you caint down me I'm too high to feel bad that broke shit a relapse i dont need yo recap its no pulling me back I pull on her tracks make her scuff up her knee caps counting and counting the only way relax Beef wit accountants I think that's a big flex I told my big bro ima cut him a big check Secret accounts man I think that's a big flex still keep a shoebox ta salute the trenches