Free Time

Ayy, Marc, what it do?

I don't know everything I want

She need time, oh

I need time, oh

(Based God)

I know that it's real

Fillin' me in my body, run emotions

I hate on me, ain't know it

Can't lend them your heart like a token

I'm leavin' scars on your body, it ain't no status

We undecided, want my attention, they say top

Stackin' that money, it grow to galore

Don't want me in Bentley, my engines in Rolls

I got problems, I wanted it ghost

All that shit from a child took a toll

I be runnin' on time for these hoes

She need time to think, and I say, "No"

Tell me that nobody knows

I don't wanna preach it on my own

You don't wan' come in, I'm goin' inside

I'ma stand on the top in the front where it lies

I'ma clean that bitch out like I hit it with Tide

We don't need no time to rise

We don't need no one to know, this shit can't be televised

Need nothin' but a gun and my bro on side

We on go, one floor from late tonight

I be with it, they save in they mind how I get it

He want smoke, it's a go, ain't no waitin', I send it

I be on it, I'm pushin' this trey to the limit

Ain't no tellin', I bet him then wait up in prison

I'ma stretch him and top, but he tellin' my business

We connivin' and robbin', ain't changin' my livin'

Nigga know how I'm rockin', no floppin', I hit it

Pussy nigga be hollerin', ain't comin' 'pecific

I be runnin', yeah

I don't know everything I want

She need time, oh

I need time, oh

I know that it's real

Fillin' me in my body, run emotions

I hate on me, ain't know it

Can't lend them your heart like a token

I'm leavin' scars on your body, it ain't no status

We undecided, want my attention, they say top

I got them hitters with me, her friends know we play for keeps, mm, mm

Let's go find some peace, right off in the bitch, uh-huh

Come stakeout with me, I ain't got time to leave, yeah

I drunk too much lean, I can't feel my feet, uh, yeah

Check how a nigga be drippin'

We on 'em, we surfin' in business (yeah, slide)

I'm talkin' a lot, I ain't kiddin'

You want it, we get up and get it (yeah, body)

That chopper be poppin', I spit it

I call it, I'm screamin', "Good riddance" (yeah, die)

You know that I'm poppin', no skillet

These bitches wan' get in my business

I say that I'm runnin', them hitters be gunnin'

I'm droppin' it on 'em, them niggas go under

I'ma ride in the black, blowin' loud with the llama

I'm in love with that money, I spend it all summer

While I run with the sack, I'ma try not to fumble

I'ma stay with that pole in the bed like a plumber

Get away from her love, I see that it's comin'

She be stalkin', she got me, she turn to a hunter

I be runnin', yeah

I don't know everything I want

She need time, oh

I need time, oh

Ayy, Marc, what it do?