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letra de no time wasted - drowzy

[intro]
(i’m done talking homie i think imma show ’em something
all these mothaf-ckas really think that i should owe ’em something)

[hook]
i was talking ’bout the trap from a trap phone
you on the wrong train homie, cuz the tracks gone
ain’t n-body give me sh-t, i got a backbone
only selling loud ‘cuz you know my pack strong
told myself i had to wake up (yeah, yeah)
told myself i had to go and get my cake up
sick and tired of waiting, these p-ssy b-tches hating (huh)
working so hard, leaving no time wasted

[verse 1]
i was working hard, tryna get my money longer
you ain’t rich if you ain’t talking ’bout money launder
i got bands in my louis v, buy it i don’t need a tag
all these rappers sending shots, f-ck it imma send it back
you a little p-ssy no wonder why you got nine lives
feed you with the biscuit homie, ain’t talking popeyes (nah, nah)
all these mothaf-ckas talking sh-t they tryna steal my shine
f-ck it imma talk back, dog i’m finna take what’s mine
yeah, this f-cking game is so incredible
all these rappers seniors but i swear they not credible
y’all been on some foul sh-t lately, that’s a technical
every f-cking dallas rapper the same, i swear they identical
don’t talk sh-t ‘cuz i spark sh-t, do it fast
punch you in the f-cking jaw, put your face up in a cast
imma always be first, really dog we know you last
i’m the type to make it out the gutter, make the thunder blast

[hook]
i was talking ’bout the trap from a trap phone
you on the wrong train homie, cuz the tracks gone (yuh)
ain’t n-body give me sh-t i got a backbone (yeah)
only selling loud ‘cuz you know my pack strong (for real)
told myself i had to wake up (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
told myself i had to go and get my cake up
sick and tired of waiting, these p-ssy b-tches hating (huh)
working so hard leaving no time wasted

[verse 2]
and that’s the truth, when i hop in the booth you know i spit it
i been a hustler since day one, you know i get it
lately, i been thinking, i’m stressed out, i’m drinking
i’m getting older by the day, opportunity shrinking
yeah, my uncle in the prison, know he call me daily
when he get out he said, “we gon be like weezy and baby”
i gotta keep sh-t tucked on me the streets crazy
i gotta work hard every day ain’t no being lazy
matt telling me that i gotta go harder
writing down my life story, imma f-cking author
now i’m understanding life, do it with the right crowd
blow up in a couple years, tryna make my parents proud
and that’s the way it really goes
i don’t care about these hoes
tryna make this paper
and i’m tryna blow up on my own
that’s that real sh-t
motherf-ckas in the game they acting, acting like will smith
b-tch

- drowzy

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