Dis Time Lyrics
I Done Popped Me A Perc’,
But I Ain’t Really Tryna Get Back On The Perc’
I’m Sad When You Hurt,
But I Swear That It Wasn’t My Intention To Hurt You
Niggas Stay Gettin’ Murked,
I Know They Wanna Get Back On Me And I’m Sure
So I Stay On Alert, Stop Poppin’
That Molly, You’re Makin’ Me Nervous
And Lately, I Ain’t Been In The Projects Like That, I Done Learned
Niggas Be Hatin’, And They’ll Put Them Crackers On You ’cause They Scared
I Revived My Career, I Was Trippin’ Last Year, My Vision Got Blurry
Now I’m Seein’ It Clear, Every Decision I Make Gon’ Be Worth It
From Now On, Yeah, Every Minute Gon’ Count On This Earth
Ran It Up With My Peers,
Put It Up For My Children And Them [‘fore I Splurge?]
Take It Light On The Streets,
Can’t Help My Z With Your Brain On The Curb
Thinkin’ ’bout All My Sins,
I’d Rather Be There For Them, I Don’t Learn
When They All See Me, [I’m Naked And Hurtin’?]
B!tches Be Schemin’ And Niggas Be Lurkin’
[I’m Battlin’ My Demon Right Out And It’s Surgical?]
Kill A Nigga On Easy While I’m Writin’ In Church
Pull Up, Pop The Shit, And Swerve (Swerve, Swerve, Swerve, Swerve)
I Got A Gift Or A Powerful Curse (Yeah)
I Ain’t Fu*k The B!tch, I Just Bought Her A Purse
Ain’t You Was Dissin’? Now Look How It Work
Now I’m Focused, I Don’t Want No Friends, I Got Enough
Let’s Say I Don’t Win, Let’s See Who Those Friends When Time Is Rough
When I Was Broke As Shit,
What Would These Ho*s Give? They Ain’t Givin’ No Fu*k
I Was Just Homeless
Even My Own Friends Ain’t Givin’ No Fu*ks
I Was Just Homeless
Even My Own Gang Wouldn’t Put Me Up
I Was Just Homeless
Even My Own Gang Ain’t Make Sure I’m Tucked
Stick To Your Own Plan, Don’t Be Lettin’
Everyone Tell You What They Would’ve Done
You Had Your Pole And Ran,
Now You Ran ’cause You Know What You Should’ve Done
Put A Lil’ Hole In One, Fu*k Nigga,
You Don’t Even Own A Gun
I’m Finna Smoke The Boy, Tell The Truth,
I Don’t Even Know Lil’ Bruh
Droppin’ Off One Of ’em,
Since A Nigga Actin’ Like I Owe Him Somethin’
I’m Finna Help Them Up,
Fu*k Around, Put [It On Your Door, On This, Boy?]
Ain’t On No Diddy Shit, Niggas Gettin’ They Wig Split
Take That, Take
I Smack Me A Elderly B!tch
I Even Might Kill Me A Kid, But I Ain’t Rapin’
They Ain’t Comin’ With No Plans, They Ain’t Comin’ With No Bands
Then They Had Dead, They Tryna Wait ’til You Stop
Then Hop Out The Car When They Hit You In The Back Of Your Head
