Prime Lyrics

I ain't got no time

Baby just hit my line

But if you need a dime bag scratch that

I've been getting money only running where the bag at

Taking pictures baby post it with a hashtag

Ain't got time

No I don't

Rather spend up all my time spitting crazy flows

And I got crazy goals

Is what it is, I got bulletproof true roots

Screw a few, bitch I'm pulling up with big dudes

Switch sides I can see that they snakes

I had to get up out the puddle, put some shit on my plate

I had to get up on my hustle

Stack the money in huddles

Then pick the real from the fake

I stayed the same and made the money done double

I'm try'n stay out of trouble

But it's tricky when sticking knee deep in the streets

I really need to make a milli

Hit the rinse and repeat

But though my brother try'n put another son on the T

See, g.

Look

I'm try'n make it out the fucked up times

I'm from the gutter spitting other mother fucked up rhymes

I know your brother isn't tougher than my fucked up mind, and

I'm nearly in my prime, no I ain't selling no dime bags

I'm back up on my money stacking

Make it happen

Never capping

Try'n make it cause I'm sick of trapping

But it is what it is bitch

I gotta stack this money, gotta run up a business

My witness is

Apollo

I could double g's up in a team

But just for me, I think I'd rather keep it solo

Maybe on the low though, I could bring my brother in

I'm making money, can't give fucks about the government

I'm running it, and fucking loving it

The nugs I'm covered in

Bitch my packs are heavy, I steady keep flipping doubling

Doubled it, the packs that's coming in

I am not struggling

MC's really need to fucking keep up with what's coming in

You can't deal with the facts,

I'm making money fucking dealing the packs

And keep it real in the rap

Peeled back another scalp

Cause they be running there mouth

I keep the drip and all these bitches in drought

I'm try'n get out the horrid times, with the bossest rhymes

It's not a crime to live my life on the line

And we can knife up your spine

Friends stabbing backs know I witnessed that

You niggas never even listened to no realer rap

Straight facts

Nigga better back up

Act up, fuck around and now you getting smacked up

Are you try'n see it or you fucking blind?

Too many quick epiphanies and misery on mind

But still I try to find a reason, for treason

It's fuck the government like what the fuck do you believe in?

It's Jesus.

For fuck's sake, these niggas see I'm doing good and now they picking food off my plate

For God's sake, can we all turn around

I'm sick of seeing all my weakened niggas peak just getting leaved on the ground

It's my town, not yours bitch

Getting off course quick

Fuck a little piece, I'm try'n eat up fucking all of it

You know I'm the best

I proved to be the king and that's the reason that I beat on my chest

I said I proved to be the king and that's the reason that I stick in the jungle

Rumble, we ready to rumble

I'm try'n make it out the fucked up times

I'm from the gutter spitting other mother fucked up rhymes

I know your brother isn't tougher than my fucked up mind, and

I'm nearly in my prime, I ain't selling no dime bags

I'm back up on my money stacking

Make it happen

Never capping

Try'n make it cause I'm sick of trapping

But it is what it is bitch

I gotta stack this money, gotta run up a business

My witness is