Time - Freestyle

Shit, nigga

You know the truth

You nigga know I rip everything I get on, period

(Swish)

Sticks and stones break bones, but these choppers crush egos

Slits on my wrist, it's the emo demon

Gray bags will go upside his head up in Nieman's

It's some shit on me, I'm with shit show on the '60s

That's Bricc Baby, got that clip hanging, Scottie Pippen

Never listen when a broke nigga talk, pay attention

Three K's in a duffle like I'm carrying a midget

Side talking, we'll strip niggas

Gymnastic, flip niggas

John Madden, blitz niggas

F&N's hit different

That swiss cheese from a Big Mac for kids meals

Rolls-Royce Dawn, I peeled off in a big wheel

Mumbling under your breath, you niggas better sit still

Any nigga wanna wrestle, hit him with a steel chair

When this 40 ounce bounce, it ain't beer cans

Shells dropping out the cannon same size as wheelbarrows

Long dicks on the 40 get harder than Will Ferrell

You ain't say no homo, shut up 'fore I let this stick off

Bullets make a nigga double dutch and Chris Rock

Double D's on the chop, I had to put the tits on 'em

Shit talker, aiming .223s at any shit starter

For the bag, they'll put you in one, so you could shit out it

The chair, you can sit in it, lil' nigga, I beat it

Michael, machete on the K like Myers

Longstocking, nigga, that's more money, more problems

The have and the have-nots, you be in soap operas

Stars, I'ma aim at one if you want problems

Big dog, all these bitches call me papi like we partying

You see my posts on the 'Gram, ain't doing no arguing, shit

You be target practice, I'm harder than all these rappers

You with all the capping

Nigga, for real

Get with the program 'fore the program get with you

These chopsticks tummy with a side of jūjutsu

Mae Ling, Soo-Yung, I'm Malcolm in the middle

That's a threesome, two-piece him if he playing with my skrilla

It's the Thrilla in Manila

Dope cookies, would you steal for me? Kill for me?

Get up on the stand and lie for me when the sheriff on me?

Shut the party down if it's any mis-confusion

My million dollar ass'll get out this Rolls and get to shooting

Don't play with me, it stay with me, you niggas just play pimping

I really play bitches, dog 'em out and slay bitches

How I do 'em down bad, down bad and make 'em hate niggas

Shit, for real

Jump up off the stage and rock the mic if you for me

We know the truth before the song was even over

That's a free throw, get the scorekeeper, store runners

Had no say-so on his forefront

I'll put a pussy nigga out using one shot, what you thought?

Oh, you figured I was only gon' say one punch

If he speaking evil thoughts, we gon' cut his tongue off

Bitch, it's wartime, hang a nigga up, it's chore time

It's gon' be a rough split in his head, divorce time

50 shots, but I gave him 36 from four nines, ugh

You know the truth

Man, stop playing with me, nigga, y'all know what's going on

Man, so cold I do 'em two, man, nigga know the truth, niggas know what's going on

We know the truth, you know the truth, ain't that the truth?

I rip everything, niggas know

Put some respect on my name, I run this shit, nigga

I am LA, nigga, and don't you never think nothing different

Yeah

We know what's going on

Shit, nigga

Sheesh

Yeah, I'ma start doing that again

'Cause y'all think, like, nigga, nigga, nigga

Yeah, ain't no, ain't no such thing as new Drakeo

Y'all thought 'cause I stopped doing that and all that, ugh, and all that

And Mister Big Bank Budda, Big Bank Uchies Baby, and all that

Y'all, y'all thought a nigga was starting being nice or something, yeah

Yeah, Shenenehs and Pippy Longs and all that

Yeah, all that, yeah

Yeah, Mister, Mister, Mister Big Bank Uchies Baby

Mister This, Mister Foreign Whip Crasher, and all that, yeah

Yeah

And I do not drive a Wraith, I drive a Dawn, it's a big difference

Put some respect on this shit, bitch

I am from Los Angeles, California

South Central

I ain't grow up in the suburbs

Ugh

Bitch

Put some respect on this shit, bitch