Just a Matter of Time

(Intro)

It's just a matter, of time
Till you people, make me, lose my mind
I'm bout to, leave this, all behind...

(Verse 1)

Yep
Just got, over It, like, once again
I don't, love these hoes
What I, told my friends
Give a kudos, to those, niggas, who were, telling me
How ex hoes, was creeping, to alert me, like security
Now, I'm past that, groupies, get hash tagged
We get, high, rep with, pride
Flows, high tide, your sets, flat
I ain't, scared, I dont, ever fall for striper, women
Body art, and tats, will make you, lust
And, have a, heart attack
But baby, you, turning me up
I know that, your ready to, ugh
Go ahead, bring a girlfriend, I'm fucking, with her, If she, fucking with us
But ain't, fucking with, y'all
On my, dick, fucking get, off
Where is my, magnum
Cause I, don't fuck with it, raw
You playing, with God, real niggas, don't play that
Hot women, want to lay, back
Had beach views, of that, ass, their ain't nothing, 50th state, lacks
My word play, my gern ways, leave em wanting more, of that hersheys
My caramel, she know very well, all these bitches, want it, every day
Uh-huh

(Verse 2)

Show time, no rap flaws
Study my notes
So you remember, all my, rap songs
Not these other, niggas
Kick flip, off that black top, what I used to do, till I rapped on
This beat, and killed the, street
Just to, transition, to my, next song
We gunnin, for It, killing the artist, you got love for
Leave em, in the ditches, I dug for em
Told you niggas, you've been, fore warned, I'm fore sworn
To that 44, you fucking hater
Get out my face, if you ain't, got no paper
Nothing, in life is, free, cept this tape & my frees
Like, sweet dreams, & nightmares, every night, I would have one
Waking up just to contemplate, how to, move the streets, with my, anthems
Suffering from success, I'm pocketing, all of my, money & checks
Then I'm taking, it back, to invest, In the, business, and a, vest
And some strong weed, for my stress, couple cameras, fish lenses
Production help, for my standards, little bit of, writers help, for my stanzas
Gotta keep, my flows tight, hoping I can, gain height
While most, these artist, just bite
Its so fabulous, making it easy, for my, action figures
Using my raps, to make, actual figures
Its no lie nigga, its actual digits
Everybody, want to know, my name, now
Niggas, coming up, been down
Really I ain't, really seen your ass round, just a mother fucking, cash cow

(Outro)