Time Machine

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Tracy T - Rap, Hip-Hop

Time Machine

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Have your whole hood goin' Get up on the block, get your b****, and have your hood ho*** Summer time n**** I could have the hood snowing Night time, ice on, got the hood glowing I been sitting back a long time, taking my time Now I got four 9's, want every penny off the dime Come with a dollar short, then we might hurt you Cut a lot of n***** off, had to tighten my circle Money Bound or drown, you can't swim in it Yeah them lights, it get dim in it Take this choppa, shoot a movie n**** Ain't no film in it She talkin' bout' all this time, ain't got no time, now the b**** pressed I told her im stuck in my grind, ain't got no time to get under her dress Want it all, nothin' less Wanna' ball, f*** the rest Told my dawgs, go and fetch And they gon' come back with yo head n**** Come back with yo b****, now she in my bed n**** Ain't no small charges, Tracy T a Fed n**** It ain't no games, b**** you know how the f*** we play it n**** I can't stand with em, so I stand out Hands on, f*** a hand out Better man up or its man down Im still trapping' outta Dan house Cell phones workin, they just bought me a convertible Money Bound wreck crew, full of dope dealers and murderers N**** I'm in the birds nest, right there where them birds at N**** its a drought now, better switch it up and serve packs I handcuffed thunder, and threw lightning I like p****, but that paper what It excite me Michael Jordan, Michael Jackson, Mike Tyson Life's a gamble n****, watch how you roll them dices Sleepless nights, long days got me restless I told her choose up, b**** don't block your blessings Gotta lot bros down the road, but ain't no stressin' Stuck to the code, they never fold, they young and reckless S*** change, but that money never changed though For that money, a couple days I'm in the same clothes Rubber bands around that money ,thats a bankroll R.I.P Bankroll, still got the bankroll that can't fold Let the machine run through that s*** Big ol rewards came with them risk This s*** is what you make it We just make the money, we dont make no statements No local joker, I made a hundred in couple places No vacation, I came with weight n**** fuck yo patience N**** f*** yo placements, I dont need a feature I just need the weight, Pigeons can't fly with eagles Hyena's can't run with cheetahs, Lion is king n**** Woke up out my sleep, thinking bout' that cash, had to live my dream n**** I handcuffed thunder, and threw lightning I like p****, but that paper what It excite me Michael Jordan, Michael Jackson, Mike Tyson Life's a gamble n****, watch how you roll them dices Sleepless nights, long days got me restless I told her choose up, b**** don't block your blessings Gotta lot bros down the road, but ain't no stressin' Stuck to the code, they never fold, they young and reckless

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  • Tracy T