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jered sanders - time tickin' lyrics

[intro]
god-over-money

[hook]
time tickin’ my time tickin’
i ain’t even have fries with the popeyes chicken
i ain’t even have sides i was high five licking
at the crib on the couch with the wi-fi tripping
ah, time tickin’ time time tickin’
i ain’t even on the coastline high tide fishing
i ain’t want to ghost ride but i’m outside whipping
on the northside looking like a southside christian

[verse 1]
what it is what it ain’t what it be like
cooking at the crib on a weeknight
and i ain’t got rocks on the rollie
and the slides on i ain’t really looking for a street fight
long live the chief yea you heard right
the chain looking mighty young burg like
that mean with a little trick trick
and slick lift trying to go hard you get held twice
pops said pray for your enemies
but pac said stay from the industry
and one gone and one still living
one shot to the skies one shot like the kennedy’s
so i ain’t going to stop for a minute
ain’t locked in a prison ain’t boxed in the system
putting in the work don’t stop with religion
take heed to the wise don’t stop for tradition

[hook]
time tickin’ my time tickin’
i ain’t even have fries with the popeyes chicken
i ain’t even have sides i was high five licking
at the crib on the couch with the wi-fi tripping
huh

[verse 2}
and naw i ain’t a rook i’m a veteran
you ain’t see the red stripes on the letterman
it’s from being on the block where the 5’s get the 8
and your heads get the b-tt now you evelyn
and naw i ain’t g homie but are you?
cause you carrying a piece you a runner dude
homies rock ski mask during halloween
but that don’t really mean they going to run and shoot
and i’m a stand firm on my one and two
used to ask christ homie you the son of who?
god, that ain’t my fam i ain’t running to
turnaround son of man i’m the son to do
and i ain’t got to lie about a fairytale
truth and the world something that don’t marry well
swine and the pearls mix that’s a char sail
spinning out of control and leading to a scary h-ll
with the fire and the brimstone molding
in a pool side blaze and the friend zone open
the other high stepper rock flint stone closing
the devil in the goal with the end zone closing

[outro]
time tickin’ my time tickin’ uh
time tickin’ my time tickin’ uh
time tickin’ my time tickin’ uuuuhhh
god over money uh

- jered sanders lyrics

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