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letra de no time - k-rino

[chorus]
i’m just tryna win and make my mama proud
ain’t got no time to hang around that drama crowd
the game ain’t what it used to be, i’ll let ‘em run it down
then got the nerve to wonder why i never come around

[verse 1]
fake smiles, kissing -ss
no sir, i never believed in that
crash dummies taking losses
letting people put keys in your back
showin’ up, tryna cap
everybody want that photo op
your whole life is like a fake picture
touched up, airbrushed and photoshopped
you ain’t foolin’ me, you foolin’ them
i can see right through, don’t get it twisted
you on instagram, flashin’ money
but in real life, you ‘bout to get evicted
no need to lie, what’s the reason why?
you wanna cross the bridge, you gotta pay the toll
knowing very well that you a fairytale
now you lost your soul, tryna play a role, i’m like
these sneaky b-st-rds don’t respect the game, they cheatin’
they say they happy for you but they mad you eatin’
but when that check come at that restaurant, they be glad you treatin’
i’m ‘bout to scroll my contacts and do some m-ss deleting

[verse 2]
some people just want the green
some just like to front and be seen
cloud-chasing just like a fiend
might hope for fame and everything between
lyin’ ‘bout how clean you are
i’ve seen your crib, i’ve seen your car
doin’ everything backwards, you’s a clown
we screamin’ peace, you screamin’ war
rap about how you sellin’ drugs
talkin’ ‘bout you be k!llin’ the club
roasted your ex on social media but everybody know you still in love
hey boy, you need to try not to flex
wonder what lie you droppin’ next
you said you don’t beg and [?] for s-x
but old girl already screenshot the text
so when she posted that, you got roasted, black
a pimp, boy, you ain’t even close to that
you be whinin’, cryin’, lookin’ like a five year old, that ain’t how gs supposed to act
flippin’ out on y’all i might have to start to
i’m tired of females that like to argue
if i ain’t feelin’ you, i might avoid ya
but you lost your marbles if you think i [?] ya
my mind is hard to read, they say i’m stupid smart
my game is tight as 1980 hoopin’ shorts
everybody lookin’ at k-rino to get it poppin’, when are you gon’ start?
i can’t do everything but i’ma work and do my part

[verse 3]
jealous people won’t stop pursuin’
they always watchin’ what you doin’
hate and gossip, what’s it provin’?
i’ma throw the peace sign and keep it movin’
hood cl-sses, no hall-p-sses
tongue lashes like gun practice
no respect for y’all bum -sses
droppin’ shade like sungl-sses
i keep my hand in the p-ssing lane
the whole game is so backwards, man
the facts are too hard to ascertain
because your friends and your enemies act the same
all the time i gotta grind for profit
never showin’ out, tryna pop it
it ain’t no use in me lyin’ ‘bout it
h-ll, if i ain’t got it then i ain’t got it
i don’t fake success, i let the rest pretend
every month, you gotta stretch your ends
hopin’ that in-crowd let ya in
goin’ broke to impress your friends
packin’ all that weight on your shoulders
car repos and foreclosures
the bed, tv and more, soldier, gotta take it all back to the store, i told ya
now question, what’s wrong with bein’ real about the situation?
can’t take you serious if you cap or if you fakin’
i be ignoring what you sayin’ ‘cause it’s misdemeanor
plus all of that’s beside the point, like my middle finger

- k rino

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