Time, time, time
But these girls ain't real
These girls ain't real

So appartic don't you sweat the appartus
When you see these newer barrels and this up (?) on the status
Bitches wanna sweat you when they get you making cabbage (Uh-huh)
Before you just a n***a with the definition average
Surf, high tides and tidal waves, still swimmin'
Lost money, lost friends, still livin'
But these fast women with whore tags and breast (?)
Money blowin' on (?) glass, broad denim

I guess you wanna havе my guess and
Suit on (?) dresses and thеy need my lord's wish
I'm not really impressed that you tellin' me all that
Just stay a motherfucker, pennies and (?)
Nothing in my wallet cause of them stakes is high
Tonight we having toast cause them stakes is high
I can hit you with the toast but it's corny tryna act hard
Just chores, this imaginary black horde

Don't leave me (?) I'm watching
Catching you round
(?)