Pastime

Lyrics

In my pastime I was gettin blowed off the indo I was gettin throwed with my kinfolk Yuh In my pastime I had fell in love with a nympho I was gettin money just to get more Yuh In my pastime I was in tune with my spirits I was writing whole bunch of lyrics Ugh In my pastime I be gettin so fuckin lit up You could see the glow from my figure Ugh In my pastime I was gettin blowed off the indo I was gettin throwed with my kinfolk Yuh In my pastime I had fell in love with a nympho I was gettin money just to get more Yuh In my pastime I was in tune with my spirits I was writing whole bunch of lyrics Ugh In my pastime I be gettin so fuckin lit up You could see the glow from my figure Ugh In my pastime I do what the fuck that i want to I don't have to come and confront you I do what the sun do I just operate like ubuntu Tell all of the homies they can came thru Haters seem to love dude They don't see my angle they too obtuse I be rollin up to em like fuck you I don't fuck with none you I was bookin wars like I'm Sun Tzu We be bookin tours in a month soon Come through I don't give a fuck about what you sayin You slide in my DMs thinkin you got game All of these rappers i swear they just playin But once i get started I'll run the campaign I just be swervin em day in day out Like you best watch your mouth get the fuck out my face All of these haters i swear they my bitches My bitch get offended said don't fuck with they And i don't know nothin bout none you fuckers We had fire sex i guess I'm burnin rubber Where the tires at i ain't tired of fuckin This a pit stop Lady knew what time it was because she checked my wrist watch Wanted somethin funny boy just watch Cuz once Ding start dissin it's a sitcom Rappers always flip flop But they can't stand on me Goin bar for bar they got none They can't handle me A ban on me but i got that fresh These boys playin like they wavin tecs So now I'm waivin texts See fuck boys gon say they best And ima go do my job and then slay they shit And make that check Call me young space cadet I'm outta this world Wonder where yall faces at You probably down in the dumps where you staying at You hatin ass You shook bruh you made me spaz In my pastime I do what the fuck that i want to I don't have to come and confront you I do what the sun do I just operate like ubuntu Tell all of the homies they can came thru Haters seem to love dude They don't see my angle they too obtuse I be rollin up to em like fuck you I don't fuck with none you I was bookin wars like I'm Sun Tzu We be bookin tours in a month soon Come through In my pastime I was gettin blowed off the indo I was gettin throwed with my kinfolk Yuh In my pastime I had fell in love with a nympho I was gettin money just to get more Yuh In my pastime I was in tune with my spirits I was writing whole bunch of lyrics Ugh In my pastime I be gettin so fuckin lit up You could see the glow from my figure Ugh In my pastime I was gettin blowed off the indo I was gettin throwed with my kinfolk Yuh In my pastime I had fell in love with a nympho I was gettin money just to get more Yuh In my pastime I was in tune with my spirits I was writing whole bunch of lyrics Ugh In my pastime I be gettin so fuckin lit up You could see the glow from my figure Ugh Alpha to Omega All my brothers got Offended Apologies & Opinions Some days I don't know the difference I have to let time get in the middle of it And sort it out Forfeit now If you on a different route I got a mac that'll make you homies chicken out Hit the dishes now All of my ex's from East or West Of the city and either got breasts or a butt Intellect, been a threat Oysters, you need a vest Bucharest, dinners for Dotty and Curt And Brandy Damu Alera Whippin' Why you all up in my business Sly Cooper on a mission Bitch i'm really in them trenches Anchor sinking gotta lift it up Pistol grip pump on my GTA shit D to the H On some OTJ shit Deep and we mobbing You dropping all charges If my niggas starting to make formation I done seen a lotta shit All falling On a lotta shit Papa tick tock ya I live for wrist watches You left with no options For me and my posse Golden compadres And riders It's crazy I took a liking to Gold And ironically I ran into samsa Got outta limbo, from running with limbo And Atwood, the homies I got 'em Ya don't try to stop 'em Just watch this Golden and homies will prosper On mama Even if we under profit And If you feel like that emotion is felt It's crazy that atlas helped findin myself