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letra de no time - cassiusx

[intro]

[chorus]
told her don’t hate on the kid
i’m out here just tryna get rich
money kept callin’
i’m putting my all in
no time for a b-tch
my brothers be workin’
the boydem be lurkin’
they trap with a sin
i maneuver in traffic
i’m silent in action
my windows got tint
(x2)

[verse 1: c-ssiusx]
told her don’t diss all my brothers
we got one another
she eating the team and you love her
n-ggas got knocked through the summer
these n-ggas informant
they snitchin’ like they undercover
i was out road with my brothers tryna stack a milli
she wild if she think imma cuff her
i was out road with my brothers getting all this money
i re-up the ring on my runners

n-gga like me scene locked down
we be cruisin’ in the rento with the top down
couple n-ggas had to switch, yeah they opps now
imma double all my money til its all brown
on the go
i be out here on the lows
i be out here getting dough
money callin’ on my phone
these n-ggas really don’t know (x2)

pull up no face got the ski mask
run your pockets, take your chain
imma keep that
i be out here chasing dough cuz i need that
you just lovin off the shordy while i peep that
we the type to do the flex til its log off
yea my broski got the link for the sawed off
don’t talk too much we’ll much top off
might fly out west when its lava

[verse 2: 250natra]
from a youngin’ i been wild
mama she been in denial
but she know its time to vest up if i have to go and lay ’em down
dirty dirty when i gotta rat around
sippin’ dirty got my vision blurry now
even though they all changed on me
never switch up on ’em
cuz thats never been my style

i see my homie get buried
tears drop from his mom’s eyes
everyday i wake
i pray i see the k!ller’s homicide
i been on it from the mud
bl–dy hands i don’t know who to trust
rock cold i ain’t showin’ no love
my youngest sticky make your run it up
aye
sometimes i feel like i done had enough
streets get cold at night lil n-gga
make sure that you bundle up
stuck in the trenches
hop off the bench tryna reach to the ridges
sleepin’ in traps tryna grind for giuseppe
know i’m nice til my stomach empty
did it all when they ain’t love me

[outro]
told her don’t hate on the kid
i’m out here just tryna get rich
money kept callin’
i’m putting my all in
no time for a b-tch
my brothers be workin’
the boydem be lurkin’
they trap with a sin
i maneuver in traffic
i’m silent in action
my windows got tint

- cassiusx

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