That's what kinda time im on!!!

#It's Time I'm On# #ConceptRising# #Mo Luv Den Hate# That's what kinda time im on!!! Hook+ intro: What kinda time you on? This what kinda time im on What kinda time you on? This what kinda time im on Sitting with diamonds on. Lift kitted and riding chrome. Stick with it if vibe is wrong. What kinda time you on. Nigga this what kinda time im on! V1: Nigga im a survivors song! spit fire thru wires zoned. ... so tired -strong. 2much for these niggaz... 3much 4 these hoes...Fire alarm! 5 to the dome. rider he gone Concept spit it - Inspire with songs What's wrong if im quiet and calm. Admired like diamonds and chrome., reliant, defiant, Alone. you see me in silence is norm. My seat in the eye of the storm. I'm riding the storm. dispise the disguise -the liars put on reformed, relight it and bomb. reformed, relight it and bomb. no conforming enormous I've grown to the guys who survive it alone Solidify rhyming in song. Often humidified; So gifted I just spit it wise...realizing im on. Hot and enticing He fire.. Concept.Ya Siar tailor my cries on my own. Your shit aint fire Better cease fire Get a hater deep fried and de-boned Shit is major league... I play for keeps. You played me 3 strikes then ya gone. Performer you stunting is wrong... Fronting these hoes on ya arm... Cause the really dont notice the charm. My flow - hokus-pokus he gone. He hopin Im chocken he wrong. Bitch this is my time to roam... Nigga this what kinda time im on. They trying...but die in this song Hate rising- They lying in songs. Stay frying these guys is the norm! So what kinda time I'm on. Nigga I ride like a rider- Im gone. Bitch niggas in knee-highs and thongs. If I cry bet I ride with the chrome. If you rattin' whats hattnin...pap pappin... no cappin' im strapping or scrappin... relapsing my pride for my own. Donno and Lalo...I owe lots for my wrongs. Before I lay down under stone Imma knock a few down. Cop a new crown. Our kids won't lay down before they wear a crown of they own. Make my family proud of me... Can't get shit outa me.. Guns...got a lot if its on... Halla at quizzy we high and we stoned... Bet dem pussy's gone die in da zone... Lane Gang still in my mind bitch... Butters my blood...Who defy...we on. V2: Nigga you still play where I lay at. Move round this bitch like a stray cat. No more delays...no replays...no more playback. Said all imma Say black... He reppin , bitch fall on ya face flat. She let'm writ all on her face fact. These weapons i draw ... giv'm face tats... Told'm give me my space... or ya face wrath. Get drowned in ya blood like a tampax I still try and seek God on my own. Now I feel im a God on da throne. This time...thats what kinda time i be on. Deciding instead of killing my feelings, or guys with the chrome... I'd rather revive it in song and revise it in psalms.