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z ro - too much time lyrics

(feat. kevo)

[hook x2:]
playa i spent too much time, on my grind
trying to shine, just to let y’all take it away
so if you thinking i’m all games, pull a number sign
your name
i’ma make, you a believer today

[kevo:]
y’all know me, fever n-gg- say it with authority
and getting cake, is my top priority
please check the name, i send heat through your
arteries
now get it right, look b-tch ain’t a part of me
i never been that cat, to running up from a n-gg-
i work my h-p with ease, i’ma dump on you n-gg-
they try to box me in, and keep me contained
you can’t out-hustle this hustler, so your work is in
vein
kevin is quick, to act a fool
look go ‘head if you want kid, and i’ma leave your
forehead retractable
my common sense, is script at all
but you won’t know, until your frontal lobe hit the
wall and you fall
you wanna play with a gorilla, i hope you ready
you got some size twelve b-lls, b-tch i hope they heavy
look it’s swallow ten razors, or die by my hands
cause once you duct taped to that chair, you will
comply with my plans

[hook x2]

[kevo:]
like everclear, i’m a hundred and once percent with
gats
let the iron recline back, and put a roof in your hat
call me, mr. come clap sh-t
fake hustlers get fired and retired, for their p-ssy-
poor tactics

y’all got, the game backwards
look ain’t no emmys around here, we releasing shots at
you b-st-rds
i lead the south in -ssists, and shots in the paint
how do you plan to stop something, that you know that
you can’t
squeezing triggas, is a hobby
but if i have to go to the trunk y’all n-gg-z f-cked,
i’m bout to hide the lobby
my team is full of riders, off in the three
blowing on trees switching v’s, kid is where you gon
find us
cause my background, is filthy
look the streets’ll see me in a bodybag, before they
see me plead guilty
if you a rider, let me see your guns
but if you acting and you ain’t packing, playa come up
off your funds

[hook x2]

[kevo:]
understand, i’m the moniacle overheated supplier
who bust and bury the nine at you, n-gg-z who think you
got it all
i know chemistry, figgas factors and symmetry
some say i deliberately, force hustlers to play the
wall
we them cats, with cardier’s for wrist bands
sixes with a kickstand, sitting on fans
the problem solver man, fever stay strapped with
eight at all times, yes thugs armed on blocks with
eight at all times, so don’t f-ck with me
fake -ss suge knights, y’all all chumps to me
i came too far to fall off, or go back n-gg-
i’m in the gun range hitting numbers, on your throwback
n-gg-

[hook x2]

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