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kirk collins - never running out of time lyrics

[produced by noel figuereo]

[verse 1: grandmilly]
it’s do-or-die outside
i’m seeking truth, but they tell me lies
reaching to the sky, hands hoping that they could touch the pie
roll & spark the lye, get dressed, and walk to the other side
criminal mind, lawrence parker when i flip the rhyme
they running out of time, i like to down coronas with limes
could see the sun through the blinds, know things will work out in due time
give you all of my shine, that’s going back in time
tetragrammaton
verses giving you chills, like columbine
they short-winded and scared of god, this the marathon!
run 100 laps & won’t break a sweat when the mic is on
i’m feeling like sean combs, million-dollar homes
this like doing somersaults walking the tightest rope
inhale the weed, take a toke, this how you supposed to flow
sacrifice the g.o.a.t and drink the potion slow
i’m itching, bout to cook up with the dinnerware
they hand over money after the fiscal year
designer down to my heels, but do they really care?
the streets ain’t where it’s at, they feeding off the fear!

[chrous: grandmilly]
for those that’s dead & gone, shed a tear
for those that’s stuck in public housing, selling work to their peers
waving they flag at the battleground, licking shots in the air!
whenever you feel alone, throw this sh-t in your ear!

shoutout to my n-gg- kirk, he mixed these vocals i share
shoutout to my n-gg- kirk, he mixed these vocals i share!
they dirty, like when police p-ss you in cruisers and stare
they dirty, like when police p-ss you in cruisers and stare

[verse 2: kirk collins]
me & all my n-gg-s want the whole thing
this bape straight from asia, it’s so lo-mein
you know i had to go pop with the flow man, ok?
them spreewell spinners, they gon’ rotate!
these n-gg-s can’t take it, they can’t locate me
i know a n-gg- crossing over, probate
i wonder if he know we in the same thing, ok
me & milly taking over whole stations
& i’m keep making beats until my hov placement
my last show had went so hard, the roof caved in
& i ain’t even start until my whole hood came in!
& my girl know that’s one fendi fin-act
off—white, the boots, and it’s gucci on the hat
homie in the back, please don’t unload the gat!
seen supreme remake the clean slate’s sade tee
& kanye make the same drums as me
i was pulling up, big body benz, on the scene
ching-a-ling, exchange hands, exchange green
please don’t play no games like this!
b-tch, i know that i’m heavy on the wrist
same thing! exchange change, i’m from the hood
yeah, you know how it go, and it’s still all good

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