Intro #1 Chorus Yea I don't have no tiiiime I'm always on my griiiiind I'm never on no bullshiiiiit Yea They knooow that I dooo this I came in wit that strooong My section I put oooon I never took no hand out I made my whole hood cash out x3 I MADE MY WHOLE HOOD CASH OUT Let em know that I don't fuck around boy I fuck around Five seven wit the Mac eleven Yea I'm heavy got it wit no blessing Talking police asking too much questions I ain't selling drugs but my shit is dope Yea them boys they listen they can't find the slope Praying to the wicked while they wippin coke In my section they don't mention hope But they Beat yo ass watch em press record From the two one four Knocking at your door Heard they got that shit I been looking for And plug dry Brain fried so I write rhymes Just as hard as bitches sniffin fixin coke lines Yea I'm with the shit For my nigga six He gone remembered riding in the Vic Going hard I can't slow down It's not Betta not some I don't do Fake niggas watch em get exposed Pussy niggas they don't roll thru Break a bitch tryna suck my dick Tell her suck it sloppy Watch that head twist Choke the bitch while I fuck the bitch Fucked her raw watched her bite her lips Come around when I come around I don't gun em down they just gun em down Fuckin round I ain't fucking round Now you know that I ain't fuckin round Chorus Yea I don't have no tiiiime I'm always on my griiiiind I'm never on no bullshiiiiit Yea They knooow that I dooo this I came in wit that strooong My section I put oooon I never took no hand out I made my whole hood cash out x2 I MADE MY WHOLE HOOD CASH OUT