Too much time on your hands
I'm at my side thing house, need a [mind]??? in advance
I need head in advance 'cause I be tired when I land
I'm not some nigga that just made it by popular chance
Me and [Snoop]??? sold the doja, a ??? not in my plans
And even though I stood on corners with Glock in my pants, nickel and dimes in my hands
I knew one day I'd hit the jeweler and diamond my hands
Niggas was slimin' my chance, fuck it, give rhymin' a chance
Yeah, nigga, I don't got time on my hands
Either I do it or risk it all with my grimiest mans
I'm talkin' B&E, break-ins all in advance
Imagine me goin' back to that shit and just faultin' by chance
Yeah, feel like my life's like musical chairs
Soon as the music stop, it's only me, you and the chair
A taxi ride into progression, I'm usin' my fare all while losin' my fans
Nigga, I'm spittin' fire, but when the smoke clears tell me who's in the clear
I look around, I'm not in room with my peers
It's only me here and I'm breathin' all this luminous air
The fire flame got your crew in a flair, shit is [true, man,/Truman]??? I swear
Yeah, nigga, karma is undefeated
Thought they had me depleted and somewhere under the cement
But a flower grew out of that concrete, turned to a tree
And now it's so tall [in feet]??? a nigga can't even see it, I swear
Pepper steaks, Ferraris and shrimps
That type of shit don't go together, but that's the type of shit on my menu
And its 250K to go spit at the venue
The gross numbers so disgustin', this shit'll offend you
Too much time in the palms, type of security that you wouldn't try to alarm
And I'm too stone-hearted to ever confide in your arms
I'm on a private mini-flight tryna charter the storm
I'm cold-hearted, but the love that I'm offering's warm
Shit, I could offer you my heart, but I promise it's torn
Yeah, sotto, sotto, smokin' 'em for a photo
All chains made and insurances for the logo
Baby moms hit me with low blows, but it's cool
My hard knocks back at the school, shit, I'm actin' a fool
For pussy niggas lackin', it's cruel 'cause gas packed by them ???
Better have you a crew, shit, it's true
Money ultimatums, funny how I [stayed on]???
I ain't do 'em dirty, shit was money how I played 'em
Twenties in my P.M., mean [hunnids/honeys]??? all in my A.M
Fuck-niggas talkin', when we see 'em, we gon' spray 'em
That's for real, nigga
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