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chris parker - time to myself lyrics

my n-gga trying to feed his daughter from the state pen
shooters on the payroll – i just say when
when you busy making money- hard to make friends

you ain’t my bro – don’t call me bro – we ain’t gone fake kin
you the type that always talk about what they spend
i’m the type to dap a n-gga ‘fo we shake hands
coolin with the same squad – no replacements
haters love to put themselves in conversations
boy be careful when you talking down on made men
i remember just recording in the bas-m-nt
when that check come in that mail – i holla amen
you ain’t talking ’bout no money then you boring me
yea – i come regulate like warren g
might go have to catch a body when i’m frustrated
status is no longer average – you been updated
money make them pretty b-tches treat you like a king
i remember when this rapping sh-t was just dream
you know i grind to make sure smg will rank supreme
been through h-ll – i came out coolin’ off my self esteem
i’m in my own lane – so i make my own moves
i know you are not the boss so you is gone lose
i dont understand these n-ggas – i dont understand
self snitching – you put grams on ya instagram
we know you are not the boss – you do what you can
my dog pull the pistols out – silence of the lambs
k!ll you first then pray about it when we out the jam

(lord… please forgive us for our sins)

selfmade – self paid – i made myself great
alley-oop the ray-bans – throw myself shade
all these diamonds dancing on me – you should see the watch
and i don’t need a watch to tell you b-tch its me o’clock
had to make time for myself
spent 900 for the belt
dripping like i’m michael phelps
keep the fire – i make ‘em melt
missionary me on top – when we f-ck – she need some help
they come first and i came twelfth
i get up – get to the wealth
trying to infiltrate the circle just to double cross me
got ya bm in my dm – trying catch some offspring
shorty ain’t even my type but she so legit
she the sh-t – won’t say sh-t- know how to use a stick
smg verse anybody – thats a slaughter n-gga
bout to throw a k on anything i charge a n-gga
smg verse anybody – thats a slaughter n-gga
bout to throw a k on anything i charge a n-gga
(parker n-gga)

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