Free Time

Ayy, Marc, what it do? I don't know everything I want She need time, oh I need time, oh (Based God) I know that it's real Fillin' me in my body, run emotions I hate on me, ain't know it Can't lend them your heart like a token I'm leavin' scars on your body, it ain't no status We undecided, want my attention, they say top Stackin' that money, it grow to galore Don't want me in Bentley, my engines in Rolls I got problems, I wanted it ghost All that shit from a child took a toll I be runnin' on time for these hoes She need time to think, and I say, "No" Tell me that nobody knows I don't wanna preach it on my own You don't wan' come in, I'm goin' inside I'ma stand on the top in the front where it lies I'ma clean that bitch out like I hit it with Tide We don't need no time to rise We don't need no one to know, this shit can't be televised Need nothin' but a gun and my bro on side We on go, one floor from late tonight I be with it, they save in they mind how I get it He want smoke, it's a go, ain't no waitin', I send it I be on it, I'm pushin' this trey to the limit Ain't no tellin', I bet him then wait up in prison I'ma stretch him and top, but he tellin' my business We connivin' and robbin', ain't changin' my livin' Nigga know how I'm rockin', no floppin', I hit it Pussy nigga be hollerin', ain't comin' 'pecific I be runnin', yeah I don't know everything I want She need time, oh I need time, oh I know that it's real Fillin' me in my body, run emotions I hate on me, ain't know it Can't lend them your heart like a token I'm leavin' scars on your body, it ain't no status We undecided, want my attention, they say top I got them hitters with me, her friends know we play for keeps, mm, mm Let's go find some peace, right off in the bitch, uh-huh Come stakeout with me, I ain't got time to leave, yeah I drunk too much lean, I can't feel my feet, uh, yeah Check how a nigga be drippin' We on 'em, we surfin' in business (yeah, slide) I'm talkin' a lot, I ain't kiddin' You want it, we get up and get it (yeah, body) That chopper be poppin', I spit it I call it, I'm screamin', "Good riddance" (yeah, die) You know that I'm poppin', no skillet These bitches wan' get in my business I say that I'm runnin', them hitters be gunnin' I'm droppin' it on 'em, them niggas go under I'ma ride in the black, blowin' loud with the llama I'm in love with that money, I spend it all summer While I run with the sack, I'ma try not to fumble I'ma stay with that pole in the bed like a plumber Get away from her love, I see that it's comin' She be stalkin', she got me, she turn to a hunter I be runnin', yeah I don't know everything I want She need time, oh I need time, oh Ayy, Marc, what it do?