Boaz

Boaz - Prime Time lyrics

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Bases loaded, motherfuckers 
Ya ready? 
Going hard like raffersburg in the 4th 
But this the plus score, the last man standing is the 
gladiator 
I'm eatin' rappers alive, I'm a decapitator 
Light, cameras, you ready for some action playa? 
I got my hands up, gunning for the end zone 
Clothe and movie scripts, album sales, ringtones 
This money ain't a thing homes 
Well at least to me it ain't 
My block work is clockwork 
I don't wanna see the pain 
All I wanna see is fwanks 
Grants and jacksons, niggas mad as the status 
Enormous cash we're stackin' 
Well let me take you back there 
To them hoes on my side, hand me now clothes on my back 
Of course I got close to the block 
Now I can't fold up my knot 
Just throw a band on 'cause he brought a stove, getting 
high 
I throw them pants on it, you know I'm whippin' 
No killers credentials, just might catching new tinsels 
Niggas knew I had potential when I 
Had turned to double up into a quadruplet 
My hustler niggas understand me 
I turned to double up into a quadruplet 
Now they chain down the ranks silly to watch stupid 
The house bigger, the grass greener, the car ruthless 
They say that recession here but we gon ball through 
this 
A heart of a winner and the blood of a champion 
Got the stretch to put my team on my back and carry on 
Sippin' that perignon, lightin' that marijuana 
Stylin' also called, releasin' rapper dons 
Murder every track I'm on 
I'm done rapping to 'em 
They try to slow me down, put obstacles in the way 
I ain't worried about the cops, just the shit that 
these niggas say 
I'm ready to start talkin' before you done did a day 
I sent the white up north, tell a couple spit in the 
tray 
Die slow, salute to my niggas who stood tall 
Dreaming of foreign cars and cancels with bigger walls 
I'm for some liquor for my niggas locked, my niggas 
gone 
When we reunite at the pearly gates, then it's on 
Ain't nothing changed boy, I get 'em in, get 'em gone 
I bleed the block, check the bottom of my loubrettons 
This lil niggas couldn't walk in my shoes 
These haters everywhere, think they blockin' my views 
Feds in up on mark, out here watchin' my moves 
Gotta move smart, hear me (it's real) 
I'm switching cars like nicky in casino 
Tryna pick me up with kilo 
Getting drug money like putting up a free flow 
It's too easy to just start hustling when you heard the 
new g's 
These niggas not a comic book 
I'm getting dirty money by the book 
I'm outside, don't give a fuck how I look 
'Cause where I come from ain't nobody got money 
But they all want something huh 
They all want something huh 
They all want something huh
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