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Central Times
Central TImes
Do it real big nigga
Have a field day nigga
If you gettin it, you could spend it in large amounts
10 paid nigga
Like a sensai nigga
I kick it with bad bitches all the time
Exempt shade nigga
Cause that aint for made n*ggas
If you hang around with us then you bound to shine
I can't call it, & I ain't got time
If I start up, then I might just bomb
MJ nigga
Had to fadeaway nigga
Seen niggas change ways on the same day nigga
How you aint paid nigga
But in bed laid nigga
You ain't gettin squat dog
That's dead weight nigga
Riding round with attachments like jpeg nigga
Feds try to catch us, yeah they try to bait niggas
Heard pressure make diamonds
Must be the reason we shinin
Trust, we gon eat that's a promise
For them bucks she a freak like Giannis
Nigga ain't trying to hit, If she once decline it
Now I just sit back & ponder
Do I need a stylist
Throw on more fits than a toddler
I been locked in for awhile now
If the job's not finished, I don't clock out
If they say I'm top 10
Then I know I'm not 10
I'm the 1
Tell them other ones countdown
Now I might bomb any moment
Ain't trying to be opponents
My time more important
But i handle mines accordingly
Paper on paper on like court fees
Standing on my own feet
Countin up my own G's
Never cared about the next man
Or the one after that
I'm the king
B*tch my crown all black
Central Times, yeah you know where we at
One of a kind, big lit like a match
I just recline while they all look mad, now
Do it real big nigga
Have a field day nigga
If you gettin it, you could spend it in large amounts
10 paid nigga
Like a sensai nigga
I kick it with bad bitches all the time
Exempt shade nigga
Cause that aint for made n*ggas
If you hang around with us then you bound to shine
I can't call it, & I ain't got time
If I start up, then I might just bomb
I ain't going out sad
Can't join no opp
Wasn't born like that
I ain't showing my hands
I need all my ends
Talking front & back
Get money, invest
Free game no chess
Ain't gotta follow my steps
Swear I'm proud of my set
B*tch my roster got depth
Probably get your ass swept
Now you hollering bout a ref
Playing the game & I'm stepping up levels
I'm all in, at your neck like credentials
Cop a benz for all of the shit that I been through
Behind the tint so all you see is who with you
Nah we ain't kin
Everything round here, top shelf dawg
From the weed to the women
Swear we all well off
I brought change to evolve
Then chained up the vault
I must be groundbreaking
Since they say I fell off
Do it real big nigga
Have a field day nigga
If you gettin it, you could spend it in large amounts
10 paid nigga
Like a sensai nigga
I kick it with bad bitches all the time
Exempt shade nigga
Cause that aint for made niggas
If you hang around with us then you bound to shine
I can't call it, & I ain't got time
If I start up, then I might just bomb
(boom)



Авторы: John Polk Copyright: Songtrust Blvd



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