put it up

you think this is a run way we coming were your mom stay we keep the beef we stir the streets in silents theres no gun play ill cash you out like a pay day bitch this my way how you want to stunt but cant even come my way talk is cheap and bitch it heat on its time to play you want the drama bring your momma what you want today we aint friends we aint homies we aint cool you dont know me fuck your time you dont owe me this is what people owe me bow your head imma don put up now its time getting bread is on mind now its time that i shine