Just a Matter of Time

Lyrics

(Intro) It's just a matter, of time Till you people, make me, lose my mind I'm bout to, leave this, all behind... (Verse 1) Yep Just got, over It, like, once again I don't, love these hoes What I, told my friends Give a kudos, to those, niggas, who were, telling me How ex hoes, was creeping, to alert me, like security Now, I'm past that, groupies, get hash tagged We get, high, rep with, pride Flows, high tide, your sets, flat I ain't, scared, I dont, ever fall for striper, women Body art, and tats, will make you, lust And, have a, heart attack But baby, you, turning me up I know that, your ready to, ugh Go ahead, bring a girlfriend, I'm fucking, with her, If she, fucking with us But ain't, fucking with, y'all On my, dick, fucking get, off Where is my, magnum Cause I, don't fuck with it, raw You playing, with God, real niggas, don't play that Hot women, want to lay, back Had beach views, of that, ass, their ain't nothing, 50th state, lacks My word play, my gern ways, leave em wanting more, of that hersheys My caramel, she know very well, all these bitches, want it, every day Uh-huh (Verse 2) Show time, no rap flaws Study my notes So you remember, all my, rap songs Not these other, niggas Kick flip, off that black top, what I used to do, till I rapped on This beat, and killed the, street Just to, transition, to my, next song We gunnin, for It, killing the artist, you got love for Leave em, in the ditches, I dug for em Told you niggas, you've been, fore warned, I'm fore sworn To that 44, you fucking hater Get out my face, if you ain't, got no paper Nothing, in life is, free, cept this tape & my frees Like, sweet dreams, & nightmares, every night, I would have one Waking up just to contemplate, how to, move the streets, with my, anthems Suffering from success, I'm pocketing, all of my, money & checks Then I'm taking, it back, to invest, In the, business, and a, vest And some strong weed, for my stress, couple cameras, fish lenses Production help, for my standards, little bit of, writers help, for my stanzas Gotta keep, my flows tight, hoping I can, gain height While most, these artist, just bite Its so fabulous, making it easy, for my, action figures Using my raps, to make, actual figures Its no lie nigga, its actual digits Everybody, want to know, my name, now Niggas, coming up, been down Really I ain't, really seen your ass round, just a mother fucking, cash cow (Outro)