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Time Will Tell

 

Time Will Tell


Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Realy, I'm hurting, I hide it with smiles, it's makeup
They dissing me here, they turn in denial to haters
She want my seed, I fucked here then bought her some implants
See me dead, or in jail, but, I got to whole 'nother vision
Want no new friends, they gon' betray me
This AP wrist, it don't make me
Go and run up these millions on the road
Then go home and fight them demons all alone
Pull up sport, I can crash it any day
Went and seen Johnny soon as I got up out the cage
I'm on designer drugs, each and every day
Balenciaga frames, I can't feel my face
She would be everything, but, she stuck in her ways
Niggas crossed it like Paul
I was stuck in that box
I ain't talking 'bout Jake
Run that shit back like relay
It's by my chips, then we lay
All I ever heard is, "In due time, it will tell"
And find out 'fore these niggas, do some time, they'll tell
Mama, wonder why your son always back and forth to jail
'Cause all we ever needed was a gun and a scale
They got niggas tryna fix it with God, they broke as hell
Big ass house, it got me walking a mile to check the mail
I don't know why I get so fly like a pilot, still drop some shells
Got on this ice, so, she gon' fuck me
I think shawty hooked on Meth
We don't fight, we leave our rounds
I think them shooters need a belt
Hate in the air, and I'm too real for this, so, I'ma hold my breath
Let me take you back, when Duke got whacked, OG was cracking cards
I was posted up, I was holding that, they didn't see me here at all
Too many models, only one of me
Too many problems, not enough, nigga

Not enough (Not enough)

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