Bishop Snow - Me Time

Chillen on the Eastside, me time
Never sounded so good im chillen in the hood
Head to Balboa for a brew or 2, I seen a few
Hoes who used to stay in Dubuque
But I pay em no mind cause I need my time
Or I could head downtown, to settle and unwind
Cause my life's a little hectic round this time of the month
It's too much politics, this isn't what you want
So I
Crack a 40 down memory lane, it isn't the same
I lost a lot of homies to the game
Whether banging or slanging dope, fuckin with laced coke
Or running into enemies for fuckin the same hoes
Damn this shits triv but it is what it is
Ya whole world changes the day you have a kid
So I can't afford going in for no bid
The streets are too watered down, I think I might dip
Yo nigga can't snitch if you do yo dirty alone so, I stayed to myself
These bitches can't hurt you if you dip after you bone so, I stayed to myself
The feds can't catch you, stop talking on the phone so, I'm tryna build my wealth
I'm tryna pass my Son down anything I own so, I'm tryna build my wealth
Now I'm headed to the Deep just see if she
Would come out to kick it but it's really all the same to me
I stop by the mid to see a different bitch
She stay on Tropicana and she always want dick
These Oceanside hoes man they really are a trip
But they'll set yo ass up for a beer and a cig-
Arette, better yet for an 8th of some mid
Grade shit I used to sell as a kid
Now I'm headed to Mikes liquor, I run into my niggas
I ain't seen a minute, tryna bring in like 9 figures
I tell em so they dap me up and tell me good luck
They say the music shit you been dropping is too tough
I get back in the whip cause I don't wanna kick it
Need some time to myself but then I get a ticket
Cause my windows too tinted, nigga one time is bitches
They tryna tell me someone finna set me up, I'm dippin
Yo nigga can't snitch if you do yo dirty alone so, I stayed to myself
These bitches can't hurt you if you dip after you bone so, I stayed to myself
The feds can't catch you, stop talking on the phone so, I'm tryna build my wealth
I'm tryna pass my Son down anything I own so, I'm tryna build my wealth
I get invited to the South for a kickback, I'm wit that
Had to get away from the house because my bitch mad
Trippin over kid shit, but I gotta leave
I shoulda stayed my ass in the house to keep it G
But I'll be back in the morning or at least I think
I'll go out for a little bit but only a drink
So I hop inside the Q5, play my shit 2 times
If I don't succeed with shit, I'm commit some new crimes
I get to this apartment with a 40 in my hand
I got my pistol on me but I hope it doesn't jam
In case of drama, I know I got hands
But niggas don't wanna get they ass whooped and man
Shit has really changed, so I get into the house
I only see a bunch of my niggas before I'm out
They shoot me cause they know I wouldn't give up my shit
I knew I shoulda stayed in the crib, ain't that a bitch
Yo nigga can't snitch if you do yo dirty alone so, I stayed to myself
These bitches can't hurt you if you dip after you bone so, I stayed to myself
The feds can't catch you, stop talking on the phone so, I'm tryna build my wealth
I'm tryna pass my Son down anything I own so, I'm tryna build my wealth

Written by:
Alex Snow

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