[00:42.48]Look, vibe with me
[00:44.22]Rhyme is tricky, who ridin' with me
[00:46.17]Who kinda miss me can kindly miss me, you kinda iffy
[00:49.23]Don't know the history
[00:50.42]I'm from the city of stop and frisk me
[00:52.24]The cops is jiggy
[00:53.34]They spot the blickey then try and get me
[00:55.46]My pops a Willie
[00:56.47]Said "Give her fifty, she pop her kitty"
[00:58.44]He Bad Boy and he Poppa really, it's not a Biggie
[01:01.52]See my committee, block offici', it's not an ishy
[01:04.48]Or I'm too lazy to cross roads, if not, I'm busy
[01:07.65]It's not a mystery who shot Ricky
[01:09.72]But where the difference
[01:10.87]Between the tré and the dough, boy, we bred different
[01:13.80]So bear witness, this can leave you with head missing
[01:16.85]If y'all can hear me
[01:17.98]I guarantee you the feds listening
[01:20.01]So I be spittin' in barcode
[01:21.77]Nothin' left in the tap, dog
[01:23.69]And after the last call, the bar close
[01:26.06]This my Cohiba, cigar blow
[01:28.21]Even Tony Stark knows the tension
[01:30.30]Is thick as Wallabee Clark soles
[01:32.27]But did I mention I'm sick and gotta be hardcore
[01:35.20]Hard-boiled, taking your base
[01:37.02]That's what we ball for
[01:38.39]Money over bimbos, that's what the Mob for
[01:41.28]Rappers stuck in limbo
[01:42.73]'Cause they were settin' the bar low
[01:44.48]Every time I rhyme on a track, it's like a convo
[01:47.37]King, we put the nine to your back, it's like you Rondo
[01:50.56]When it come to John, though
[01:52.19]I'ma slaughter a John Doe
[01:53.65]Drag him through a drive-thru like he ordered the combo
[01:56.66]Hands on him, we wild style with the cans on him
[01:59.96]Then come defeat
[02:00.95]That's my beliefs and I stand on 'em
[02:03.14]Give you the beats, no Doc Dre or brands on 'em
[02:06.16]Some men want 'em
[02:07.28]These verses hot and the fans want 'em
[02:09.39]I'm from the school of them
[02:10.68]Hard knocks with harder standards
[02:12.30]I've been a hard rock
[02:13.47]Before they added the Arm & Hammers
[02:15.31]My meth bananas, bogus method, we call it bama
[02:18.48]Gun on the camera so we can shoot them in panoramas
[02:21.32]Na-nana-nana, I'm feelin' petty but watch your manners
[02:24.68]Use proper grammar
[02:25.64]So we could stop with the propaganda
[02:27.48]No type of slander but tell them hoes
[02:29.70]"I'm not your Santa"
[02:30.81]Just want the body, nobody tryin' to pot-and-pan ya
[02:34.00]Cop scanners, a fuller house but we not the Tanners
[02:37.00]If shooters bringin' them Hawks out
[02:38.89]Then it's not Atlanta's
[02:40.11]If time is money, I got time and time saved
[02:43.07]I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
[02:46.13]Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
[02:49.17]If time is money, I got time and time saved
[02:52.33]I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
[02:55.36]Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
[02:59.09]Choose a side
[03:01.22]Math vs Meth, Cival War
[03:10.58]If time is money, I got time and time saved
[03:13.85]I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
[03:16.99]Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
[03:19.95]If time is money, I got time and time saved
[03:23.05]I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
[03:26.13]Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made

Look, vibe with me
Rhyme is tricky, who ridin' with me
Who kinda miss me can kindly miss me, you kinda iffy
Don't know the history
I'm from the city of stop and frisk me
The cops is jiggy
They spot the blickey then try and get me
My pops a Willie
Said "Give her fifty, she pop her kitty"
He Bad Boy and he Poppa really, it's not a Biggie
See my committee, block offici', it's not an ishy
Or I'm too lazy to cross roads, if not, I'm busy
It's not a mystery who shot Ricky
But where the difference
Between the tré and the dough, boy, we bred different
So bear witness, this can leave you with head missing
If y'all can hear me
I guarantee you the feds listening
So I be spittin' in barcode
Nothin' left in the tap, dog
And after the last call, the bar close
This my Cohiba, cigar blow
Even Tony Stark knows the tension
Is thick as Wallabee Clark soles
But did I mention I'm sick and gotta be hardcore
Hard-boiled, taking your base
That's what we ball for
Money over bimbos, that's what the Mob for
Rappers stuck in limbo
'Cause they were settin' the bar low
Every time I rhyme on a track, it's like a convo
King, we put the nine to your back, it's like you Rondo
When it come to John, though
I'ma slaughter a John Doe
Drag him through a drive-thru like he ordered the combo
Hands on him, we wild style with the cans on him
Then come defeat
That's my beliefs and I stand on 'em
Give you the beats, no Doc Dre or brands on 'em
Some men want 'em
These verses hot and the fans want 'em
I'm from the school of them
Hard knocks with harder standards
I've been a hard rock
Before they added the Arm & Hammers
My meth bananas, bogus method, we call it bama
Gun on the camera so we can shoot them in panoramas
Na-nana-nana, I'm feelin' petty but watch your manners
Use proper grammar
So we could stop with the propaganda
No type of slander but tell them hoes
"I'm not your Santa"
Just want the body, nobody tryin' to pot-and-pan ya
Cop scanners, a fuller house but we not the Tanners
If shooters bringin' them Hawks out
Then it's not Atlanta's
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
Choose a side
Math vs Meth, Cival War
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made