babyface ray – time 11am / 8pm lyrics
[intro]
i got santana in this motherf+cker with me
yeah (yeah)
huh, ayy
[chorus]
ain’t no time to wait (no time to wait), ain’t no time to waste (time to waste)
i was occupied but, cuz, i got time today (time today)
out of nothing, young boy, i can find a way (find a way)
told my youngin’ leave him on camera, i’m buying the tape (i’m buying the tape)
i drive through the states (i drive through the states)
ohio the plates (ohio the plates)
they ridin’ the grey’ (they ridin’ the grey’), i ride with the greats (i’m wit’ it)
i add my tax every shirt, who buying the yay? (who buying it?)
we met up at the mickey d’s, a pie and a shake (come on)
[verse 1]
they love it when i talk that sh+t
f+ck ’em up even more, they see me walk that sh+t
i ain’t have a clue off+white cost that sh+t
i ain’t trippin’ ’cause i got it, so i bought that sh+t (i want it)
ain’t no debate, do what i say, get the f+ck out my face
and i don’t f+ck with broke n+ggas, just a bunch of deadweight
try to feed n+ggas but they wanna run with they plate
ten times outta ten, she gon’ f+ck in the wraith
i’m having thoughts to myself, it ain’t enough in the safe (it ain’t enough)
we up a roll, i had to tell the plug, “pick up the pace” (come on)
i can do this every day
you meet death, b+tch, mentioning ray (who?)
stick on my waist, you wanna hear it cl!ck in yo’ face?
stick to the script, the only way to get to the pay
kidnap yo’ b+tch and take her to the mall for chane’ (chanel)
n+gga’s clamin’ that they ball but they be all in the way (man, f+ck)
i was taught never fold, stand tall through a case, n+gga
[chorus]
ain’t no time to wait (no time to wait), ain’t no time to waste (time to waste)
i was occupied but, cuz, i got time today (time today)
out of nothing, young boy, i can find a way (find a way)
told my youngin’ leave him on camera, i’m buying the tape (i’m buying the tape)
i drive through the states (i drive through the states)
ohio the plates (ohio the plates)
they ridin’ the grey’ (they ridin’ the grey’), i ride with the greats (i’m wit’ it)
i add my tax every shirt, who buying the yay? (who buying it?)
we met up at the mickey d’s, a pie and a shake (come on)
[instrumental break]
(topside)
[verse 2]
prices high but i can beat ’em, i heard you can get ’em cheaper
where yo’ plug? i wanna meet ’em
i got stripes just like adidas
they was all once doubters, had to turn them to believers
did it on my own, nah, n+gga i ain’t need ’em
i got woods wit’ me, you know i gotta feed ’em
i got kids growing up out here, i gotta feed ’em
i got moms and pops, gotta feed ’em
can’t turn my back on the f+cking gang, you know i need ’em
free peezy, just a lil’ quick two to the yard (quick two)
ask them n+ggas, who really came through on the drop? (me)
i’m the robber myself, i’ma count on my own (uh+huh)
tell my n+gga shoot the crib if i’m taking too long (what?)
i ain’t got too many friends, i got all the vlone (i got all the vlone)
if i get up to the room, i’m f+cking all of these hoes (i’m f+cking all of these hoes)
i was down to my last, jumped back in my bag (get back)
think it’s time for a show, come back with a bag (for real)
nine in the morning and it came with a slap (for real)
for nine k flat and yo’ grass, no mask (my n+gga)
four in the mornin’ and i’m pourin’ more lines (wock’)
that’s yo’ b+tch until i call, you know that lil’ ho mine (you know)
i see twelve in my mirror, use the real key
you snitched, don’t come back to the hood, boy, you dead meat (pew, pew, pew, pew)
you ever had to pull it out the mud to make ends meat? (you ever?)
i don’t think they understand me
looking down from the top is where i’m standing
i need a crib out in cali, i’m expanding (i’m expanding)
make it rain on a b+tch, i’m just branding
tryna find more time for the family (for real)
[refrain]
prices high but i can beat ’em, i heard you can get ’em cheaper
where yo’ plug? i wanna meet ’em
i got stripes just like adidas
they was all once doubters, had to turn them to believers
did it on my own, nah, n+gga i ain’t need ’em
i got woods wit’ me, you know i gotta feed ’em
i got kids growing up out here, i gotta feed ’em
i got moms and pops, gotta feed ’em
can’t turn my back on the f+cking gang, you know i need ’em, yeah
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