Lyrics Split Second - Louie Ray , YN Jay
Alright
(It′s
a
Wayne
beat)
Alright,
yeah
You
had
a
split
second
there
to
catch
me,
a'ight
All
you
had
to
catch
me
You
had
a
split
second
there
to
catch-
Black
nigga,
I
be
showing
out
at
night
like
I′m
Wesley
I'm
in
deep,
but
I
be
movin'
through
this
shit
at
a
jet
speed
I
be
really
out
here
dealing
with
it,
I
can
meet
needs
Fresh
nigga
livin′
what
I
rap,
you
gotta
meet
me
You
tryna
earn
a
verse
from
JLK,
you
gotta
beat
me
Bring
it
to
him,
put
it
up
close,
make
it
3D
Don′t
think
because
I'm
out
here
getting
money
you
gon′
eat
free
(Yeah,
alright,
psh)
If
this
ain't
the
motivation,
what
it
gotta
be?
My
west
niggas
having
complications
tryna
vibe
East
What′s
the
chicken
on
a
feature,
bro?
I
think
a
five
piece
You
want
Jay
to
say,
"Hold
on!"
oh,
that's
a
.9
piece
I
woke
up
in
LA
on
the
sheets
with
a
dime
piece
Bossin′
over
pasta
with
the
shrimp,
that's
a
light
feast
20
thousand
on
me
everyday,
'cause
I′m
icy
Okay
That′s
what
we
gon'
do?
Alright
I-,
alright,
I
ain′t
gon'
do
that
I-,
no,
I
can′t
do
that
either
I'll
put
the-,
yeah!
I
put
the
clippers
to
your
head
where
the
line
be
I
was
posted
up
on
the
corner
where
the
sign
be
I
knew
I
was
doing
good,
they
wanna
sign
me
I
can
fuck
this
bitch
for
30
minutes,
wanna
time
me?
I
can′t
swim
but
I
jumped
in
the
water,
it
was
nine
feet
I
just
hit
a
bitch
from
overseas,
she
was
Chinese
Ahhhh!
Freak
bitch
give
me
good
head,
it
was
sloppy
I
done
fucked
my
leg
up
tryna
wheelie
on
a
dirt
bike
I
done
came
suit
and
tie,
got
me
lookin'
like
a
church
guy
I
can
see
niggas
hate
from
far
away
with
my
third
eye,
a'ight
Bitch,
I
don′t
want
you,
I
want
your
best
friend
Married
to
the
money,
you
see
Louis,
that′s
my
best
man
(hahaha)
Okay,
build
the
block
up
and
knock
it
down
like
Tetris
Pull
up
on
your
block,
shoot
some
deep
like
Stephen
People
tend
to
fuck
you
over
man,
I
ain't
helpin′
You
can
smell
a
nine
on
my
breath,
I
just
belched
it
He
couldn't
tell
I
had
my
gun
on
me,
but
felt
it
(baow,
baow!)
This
my
real
life
I
rap,
I
ain′t
wrestlin'
I′m
up
late
runnin'
to
the
money
now
I'm
s-,
alright
I′m
up
late
runnin′
to
the
money,
not
sexin'
I
be
tryna
tell
it
T
to
your
face,
fuck
textin′
Hot
play
plugged
up
in
the
truck,
I
stretch
it
Pull
up,
sellin'
niggas
quarters
on
the
ave.,
no
necklace
I′m
on
the
same
corner,
niggas
die
here,
learn
lessons
Reckless
with
the
hand
to
hand,
shit
can
get
hectic
Shit
can
get
bad
out
here,
niggas
in
these
streets
It's
not
a
playground,
nigga
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