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aaak & lord smokey - ahead of time lyrics

n+ggas ain’t surpass me, i’m ahead of time i heard n+ggas ain’t cut your sh+t right then come
f+ck with mine
quick to ask me how i’ve been but are you doing fine
bro i’m over here waiting, why your ass never on time

kidnap the opp and put him in the trunk, we over here driving
do anything for a lil quick, come up that’s why y’all over here dying
the feds interrogating me and my b+tch, i got her over here lying
hoppin’ on and f+cking beats up, i’m barely even trying

see my fiend on the street, musta got out a rehab you dipping wood in your lean, you got a green slab
went to my b+tch house, took a random cc, somebody’s mad
i heard you slow and barely moving, sh+t late night i crusty krab
crash out and whip the strap out on your son, american dad
know a n+gga that’ll come k!ll you but you live in baghdad

they always wanna supply me with them dracs so i be f+cking with arabs
n+ggas fell off, now they on my d+ck and they can stay mad

i done mixed tris with some activists, now it taste bad
we done chased a n+gga out of the city, he’s done live out of state now
it’s gonna be really hard to hit me, that’s why i be laying down
the opps really tried to get me until i dove on the ground

took a n+gga out his bow, came up another pound
i was playing back then, but it’s kinda getting serious now
this is b+tch trying to backdoor me, i’m kinda getting curious now
on the road in the street, been out for some days
didn’t have no pop for this lean, so i poured it in kool+aid
that sh+t too runny, you don’t got no smooth ass drink
couldn’t karo with some nyquil, so i had to use the sink
found out this b+tch social security number and applied her for the military

got caught up, said bro’s real name when his fake id say larry
you think you’re getting off, you ain’t clearly
you tried to do this route on the wrong play, you ain’t hear me
ion really f+cking with these trifling hoes, get away from near me

dog said he got the m’s and they new i’ma need ten apiece
i f+cking hate this union, they wasn’t tryna give me a piece
this n+gga tried to stop me after i punched out this walmart
you don’t even see my receipt

you got the pints in i need a re+up
never mind i scammed the doc when i did my checkup
you ain’t seen sh+t from this rap sh+t, i think you need to give up
tryna keep the bando low key, they done f+cked the crib up

i’ll never claim you n+ggas, y’all was never really with us
took a n+gga out his keys, it was a rented out, lamb truck
i guess sh+t f+cked up, i just seen my opp on a tarc stop
inside the bando, bored as h+ll, i just threw a rock

this n+gga in the corner smokin’ a rock
had to cut into this b+tch, she thinkin’ she be knowing a lot
if i ever get booked, i’m breaking up with you ain’t gon’ hold it down
me n this n+gga used to be cool back then, but be on some hoesh+t now
made a makeshift extended mag just so i can hold more rounds

- aaak lord smokey lyrics

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