Lyrics
i dont got no time for brods,
no no time for dawgs,
never no time to fuck with them concieded ass foes
nope, no time for dope,
i gotta stay my ass cold,
on my toes, waitin to blow,
waitin on my g' to hit the streets, once more
and wen he did his time,
he can come kick it with me, (come kick it with me)
gotta roll on time, dawg
grindin daily of the weeks,
my ways are fuck friends
i hear homies callin me again,
and thas wen i grab my pen,
and write about the days i spent between
wishin i was smokin a sweet,
and wishin for all of my dreams 2 come true
and now i blow this one to my g'z,
the ones that will fight with me,
and the ones say they wont die,
but they will ride for me,
THIS ones to u noe who
the ones that stay tight with me, do whatchu do
chorus:
i hear homies callin my name,
come and kick with some real type g'z,
i give a holla to my dawgs thas real tight with me
i give a holla to my lady, and its all good now,
never thought of thinkin crazy
but i gotta hold it down,
and i wont give,
shit dawg u my friend, my foe?
neh i dont think so,
between me and u that weed, i stay cold,
u burn them leaves and u stay warm,
but imma roll on thru this storm,
and homie dont think nomo,
feelin worthless,
but if yall hear me, then yall heard me, shit
i surely wont give,
and thas my motto,
and once i blow big, yall gone be like he hit the lotto
and wake up and screamin fuck tmorrow
fuck the world, and fuck tomorrow
its the way that i see it, my plan, to make motha fuckas believe it
the ways i see it,
is me smokin a ciggerello,
use to hang with just me and the fellaz, being mellow
but i dont even see them nomore
so i ride searchin for ways to cause a war
but all i see is homies trynna change,
reach out and grab the fame
they say that my cd wouldnt have any boost,
but i got so much juice, i cant lose
whos the foo, but these suckas that wont support me,
so i stay smokin ports and that fluffy weed
i done came up and change the game,
and now on all blocks they know my name,
from jo avenue, to bangin my thangs,
i will never hang my gloves up,
i throw the duece tre up, motha fucka what up
i dont need the pitty, or all the pattin,
i need more juice to hit quad triple platinum
definetely on rhythm,
definetely gonna make it
yall hear me, im on ya block u just dont know
