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Milton Kwame Forson
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Said your time is up
They told me quit while I'm ahead with all that rhyming stuff
If I make one call I have some **** round you up
Caught him lacking with his daughter playing double dutch
No the streets ain't got no rules they don't give a fuck
You ain't from my city **** they gone light you up
**** aint really got no power I ain't matching up
I ain't really fuck with **** I ain't catching up
If you really bout that life go head' back it up
That bitch actin' up
Drive too fast
Ain't no catching up
Overlapping em'
Telling all my **** she don't know whats gotten into me
I'm sorry lil' girl I ain't the boy I used to be
Had to go level up
Yeah I ran it up
Switched my dodge for a Bentley truck
Then I macked it
Don't really give no fuck
Yeah I'm young and dumb
I ain't really where I'm s'posed to be
But I promise they gone know my name for all eternity
She a dime that's what she worth to me
That bread come first for me
I got crossed he in the dirt to me
That boy on a shirt to me
Ten toes down that's what I stand on
That boy pussy need a tampon
Diamonds hit there ain't no flash on
Do a hit I got my mask on
Look around I can't believe we on
It took all my **** so long
Brand new number had to switch my phone
Cause my old bitch she won't leave me lone'
How you mad I move how I move bitch you did me wrong first
How you mad I do what I do when I got it from the dirt
I put all my **** on take my word for what its worth
I've been real since the ninety's ****, since my birth
Said your time is up
They told me quit while I'm ahead with all that rhyming stuff
If I make one call I have some **** round you up
Caught him lacking with his daughter playing double dutch
No the streets ain't got no rules they don't give a fuck
You ain't from my city **** they gone light you up
**** ain't really got no power I ain't matching up
I ain't really fuck with **** I ain't catching up
If you really bout that life go head' back it up
Written by: Milton Kwame Forson