Montana Lee - Time For It

I been grinding all my days
I don't have time for it
We got plenty guns around us
We don't mind war
And when it's busy betta hit me
Though the side door
Don't say that nigga is yo brother
You gone die for em
Ain't nobody give me shit
I had to take mine
And I been patient with this shit
I know it take time
And ima throw my hood up
But I ain't Trayvon
I'm just happy that I
Made it pass them state lines
You can risk your life
They gone give you that
Crop a nigga out the picture
I ain't looking back
And I'm sorry please don't judge
Me from my crooked past
And I'm off the Hen
Might be aggressive
Whatchu looking at
Ha and they hit the dm
Where the booking at
Talking about a EP
Ion give it I gotta book of raps
We be in the lab it's smelly funky
Like we cooking crack
A nigga want a song
It's three k you gotta book to rap
Blood sweat tears into this shit
And I can't give up
We onna bumpy road
Went through a lil hiccup
Was told if a nigga fall
Then that nigga betta get up
Days one ain't days ones
Cause they be quick
To gone and switch up
Gotta push the weight
And be working ain't no sit up
My brother he been slacking
He expect for me to pick up
He could of got locked
A couple times when he was wit us
But he got locked by himself
We wasn't around
I know shit tough
I got pain in my eyes
Veins bussin out my head
Mama wonder why so many niggas
Won't her son dead
I wasn't up I gotta listen
To my fucking conscious
Now niggas killing over words
What the fuck it's nonsense
Now I'm playing all D
Like it's never offense
When it all fell down
Where the fuck y'all went
I got pain I got trauma yea I know we all vent
I know dirt about everybody
I know what y'all did

Written by:
Cedric Logan Jr.

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