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Shy Glizzy

Prime Tyme

 

Prime Tyme

(album: Covered N Blood - 2019)


You know what time it is
Prime time
And that's all the time
You hear me?
Bank, what up?
Run that back, Turbo

I done seen too many mamas cry
That's why I gotta get it, I don't want that to be mine
You say he ain't getting no money, you's a lie
He made it out that jungle, he's a lion
It seem like all the real niggas be dying
The only time I seen a real nigga crying
Yeah, and she ask me, "What's the time?"
I looked down at my bustdown, I told her, "It's prime time"

Lately ain't been understanding life, I just know that I'm blessed
I just left Miami, took a rest while on the jet
I had to bury my OG, I'm gon' miss that man to death
Last of a dying breed, ain't many real niggas left
I never ever thought that you would leave me this way
Diamond of my heart, I had to see it this way
Know who gon' give me that wedgie, used to give me every day
The streets don't love nobody but they love Young Jefe, oh
Hit the mall, fuck your bitch, get 'em off
Hit the mall, fuck your bitch, get 'em off
I done seen so many stand-up niggas take a fall
I promise we gon' ball for my motherfucking dawgs, oh

I done seen too many mamas cry
That's why I gotta get it, I don't want that to be mine
You say he ain't getting no money, you's a lie
He made it out that jungle, he's a lion
It seem like all the real niggas be dying
The only time I seen a real nigga crying
Yeah, and she ask me, "What's the time?"
I looked down at my bustdown, I told her, "It's prime time"

I just closed the casket on my dawg
Very tragic, swear that shit, it broke my heart
I know, I know they say don't question God
But why you separate them kids from they pops?
I never thought it would be you, no, not my thug, yeah
You went loose every time it's bloodshed
I know a couple dudes, they lost they plug, yeah
One time for your boo, she lost her husband
All for the love of the money
How the fuck you ain't living on a Sunday?
I know that I would see you working some day
A lot of rainy days, can't wait 'til it get sunny

I done seen too many mamas cry
That's why I gotta get it, I don't want that to be mine
You say he ain't getting no money, you's a lie
He made it out that jungle, he's a lion
It seem like all the real niggas be dying
The only time I seen a real nigga crying
Yeah, and she ask me, "What's the time?"
I looked down at my bustdown, I told her, "It's prime time"

Last of a dying breed
I done seen too many mamas cry
That's why I gotta get it, I don't want that to be mine
You say he ain't getting no money, you's a lie
He made it out that jungle, he's a lion
It seem like all the real niggas be dying
The only time I seen a real nigga crying
Yeah, and she ask me, "What's the time?"
I looked down at my bustdown, I told her, "It's prime time"

done

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