[Verse 1: Yung Lambo]
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Yo, what's death? Never heard of her
They say time is a murderer
And I'm inclined to agree
But you ogres think a college degree is gonna you immortality
Like nah, every time I look at the clock
I can't help but lock eyes with the grim reaper
At the moment you might keep her on the wall
But soon enough she's gonna creep up and take me under
And fly me over, I don't know what the hell I'm suppose to do
Paint my life with a different colored hue
And it's still a mix of dull reds and blues
Can you get a clue?
The whole earth is a ticking time bomb
Hoping to get the time to go call up my mom
Let bygones be bygones
Move on, get your groove on
Put the devil's own hooves on
Old head now, go and get your old youth on
Need a coupon to go and put more juice on refrigerator shelves
You can make big use of, but it's too much to really even do much
Clocks ticking bitch, pass me a hookah
Last thing I wanna do is go out a loser
Much more than a internet user
Just want to be an all around good human
Streets never been the same every since tooka
Kids just going around spreading rumors
I can not just notice a single second that's too much
Go and get a life instead of camping out at hooters
Flex gang, the superior recruiters
But I still feel like too much time is used up
When I'm used up, gotta control my passion
The mic's on fire, gotta pass it, I'm ashen
[Verse 2: beetlebat]
I'm in the whip and I'm on the patrol
Taking over the game is my main goal
Flex Entertainment is on a roll
Everyone knows Big Baller B's in her hole
Pass through the gates bitch, I ain't pay tolls
Ain't got time to waste bitch, I got goals
And they want to say that I can't make it
I already did, my bitch walks around the house naked
Dropped out of college too quick, they say
Maybe I just had to be quick, ok
Because the sun is up and I'm about to come up
Who's this that I shouldn't make hate, ay
I ain't got time, Lil Squeaky
Death is coming up too sneaky, and it's trying to reach me
Fuck everyone who's trying to teach me
Bitch you preachy and I be richer than ever
But it don't mean shit because my mind is too damn clever
And I know this shit is gonna not mean nothing
So you know I'm gonna die stunned, the game I'm running
Plus I got it out the ass, and I'm running too fast
So you know I got to make cash bitch
Before I crash, I do the dash
Yeah, Lil Squeaky, he rapping too damn fast so he might as well steal it