[Verse 1: 10KNYX]
Definition of fun times
Inclinations I must shine
Freedom giving enough time
Civil sentences, such lines connect like wi-fi
Ain’t no living in crunch time
Get the rock, laying up kind
Can’t be the punch guy
The rope can’t unwinded
Hope you caught the combine
Ain’t no dividends combined
I made Dolo, it’s lunchtime
Note the bookings, get live lines
These prime rhymes
Up a pistol when times hard
Grow old on my grind, Farve
Nevermind, he let mine starve
The racists decline ours
And pray to the white stars
My focus gotta up quick
Reminders when touch home
Enough picks to form the suffix
You get dismissal with light bars
Officially time yards they take when I’m kind hearted
Avant-garde it
I’m an artist
Superficial, they mind’s slowed
The mission’s to mine gold
I willing line roads
They leading to my soul
The time’s froze in the booth
On the phone talking goals
Stress is bold
On the ropes, never noose
Feel like Trae, been the truth
Bend the truth, we in route