The Times

They tell all the stories 'bout the times

None of them n**** is on my mind

I had, I had to flip it make that melon lime

The dough put him on the stove, fried

Most my n**** got they heads screwed on

Tight as a virgin p**** mushy had me stuck on the phone

Finding my pace make another run to B-more

Bahamadia built mama got that boy pregnant like a seahorse

I found me a pot that I can pee on

A window I can throw it out

I can say s*** like get the f*** up out my house

But since you let me use yo couch

You ain't gon never be without

All my brothers they can vouch

I ain't never been no slouch

What you searching for, you gotcho mind made up

What you cursing for, I love you dearly

But lately spirits been drifting, boy

So much for jewelry you lost me

Replace them n**** cords

I know you hear me, yo

They tell all the stories about the times

None of them n**** is on my mind

I had, I had to flip it make that melon lime

The dough put him on the stove, fried

Most my n**** got they heads screwed on

Tight as a virgin p**** mushy had me stuck on the phone

Finding my pace make another run to B-more

Bahamadia built mama got that boy pregnant like a, yo

Before I leave you imma tell you, minoy, peace w****

Don't follow me just cause you got bored

Too many tours, flights I can't afford, it's dicey my boy

A shiesty w**** left my heart annoyed

Don't open that door

They know the lore I never kept it secret

It's all good in the hood

Hustling like it's legal

Soon as you get it hot skrt there go them people

You n**** want me for interviews but you f*** evil

They say they need you let you tell em no might f*** eat you

My s*** be lethal put the lighter fluid on the needle

My shorty read you when she see you

You can't hide yo self or none of yo intentionals

Audio expansions on my temple I should sample those

We was getting busy online, offline

Outernet, internet, on computers like sex

All my students all step b**** do it to the death

This the part where you invest

Pull the car around the jects, yo

They tell all the stories bout the times

None of them n**** is on my mind

I had to flip it make that melon lime

The dough put him on stove, fry him, fry him