Lyrics Time - G. Scott

All this stress been trying to weigh me down
Getting high for lows to balance out
She gone hit me up like fuck me now
I won't play games in it
We don't play games with it
I want that Rollie nigga
I ain't got time to watch
Scope with the beam on it
Young boys connect the dots
One minute they love you
The next one they love you not
Don't play with my time
Young Mr. Game and Watch

Searching for God in my city yeah
I'm like a God in my city yeah
I used to sleep on the floor yeah
Used to get heat from a stove yeah
Trying to put a little ice on all the niggas riding with me call it cool runnings
Couple women out here hate the kid but they can't deny that they was cool cumming
Who you gone love when you finished
Who you gone trust in the trenches
Cause I done seen niggas switch up and pull poles and pull cards
Like they playing go fish and yeah
Ive seen a lot of new money
I need them hundreds 100 yeah
I can't live the same, I needed a change
Cause nothing gone slow down the minutes I'm
Late night tripping
Codeine sipping
Something to relax my mind
All I'm hearing now is
Fuck these niggas
Don't trust these bitches
No love
You just wasting your time
Trying to cope with cope with

All this stress been trying to weigh me down
Getting high for lows to balance out
She gone hit me up like fuck me now
I won't play games in it
We don't play games with it
I want that Rollie nigga
I ain't got time to watch
Scope with the beam on it
Young boys connect the dots
One minute they love you
The next one they love you not
Don't play with my time
Young Mr. Game and Watch

Trying to reach a Grammy from a place where all they touch is grams
Me and pops ain't really speaking least it's not so frequent crazy part it's over bands
All the worlds problems i stuff them off in a blunt
But keep the universe in my hands
It might cost your life if you don't pay attention
I just pay my dues til I'm the man
She just pour the henny
Give me brain after
What you talking? that's a head shot
Niggas flexin' like they aiming for perfection til we pull up like I'm dead shot
Who you gone love when you finished?
Who you gone trust in the trenches?
I been to hell and back
She just gone throw it back
That's how they do when you winning
All while I'm
Late night trippin
Codiene sippin
Only thing relax my mind
All I'm hearing now is
Fuck these niggas
Don't trust these bitches
No love
You just wasting your time
Trying to cope with cope with