[Intro: Jeezy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don’t think they know the time
I don’t think they know the time
I don’t think they know the time
I don’t think they know the time

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I don’t think they know the time
Heard the streets fucked up, I can see the sign
Heard they going for the 30 straight
I can’t lie, man that shit got me .38
Red hot, on fire
Glass pot, on fire
Red dot, on fire
5 shots, on fire

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Uh oh, your boy's back
And he way too flashy, got my toys back
N***a I just left the lot, I ain't come to play
He pull me for my dealer tag, fuck you tryin' to say
Know some n***as doing 10, blame it on the yay
Clip hold a half a hundred, blame it on the K
Still the realest n***a in it, these n***as CB4
This is "Fuck A N***a" records, and I’m the CEO
Got them stacked long and wide like some Lego blocks
This ain't even my real home, this my Lego spot
You ever seen so much money in a duffle bag?
Soon as you open up the zipper, bitch the duffle brag
[Chorus: Jeezy]
I don’t think they know the time
Heard the streets fucked up, I can see the sign
Heard they going for the 30 straight
I can’t lie, man that shit got me .38
Red hot, on fire
Glass pot, on fire
Red dot, on fire
5 shots, on fire

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
I’m in that purple Lamb’, looking like some dirty Sprite
Catchin' passes with them birds, yeah that Roddy White
Where I’m from them things hot, and that talk is cheap
And ain't nobody hearin' shit, cause they trying to eat
All they can eat, buffet style
N***a sellin' anything, buffet wild
DB9 stupid grill, yeah that overbite
Need me 9 stupid deals, this shit is overpriced
Got it vacuum sealed up, that’s to hide the scent
So much that if they pull you over, smell it through the vent
If them peoples hit the lights, I be a nervous wreck
When you don’t fear nothin' but the lights, now that’s a nervous check

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I don’t think they know the time
Heard the streets fucked up, I can see the sign
Heard they going for the 30 straight
I can’t lie, man that shit got me .38
Red hot, on fire
Glass pot, on fire
Red dot, on fire
5 shots, on fire
[Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs]
That black tee with them nice hoodies
The ski mask is my uniform
You know I heard your homies don't like them
If they the right price I might go shootin' 'em for you
Take the heaters out on you hoe cakes
N***as took a stand on that dope case
Got murked out chillin' at a bird house
Shoulda seen the look on that ho face
When we kicked the doors off the hinge
N***as that don’t really go all out to win
Six feet deep when you catch a n***a sleep in the streets
Man I bet he won't doze off again
N***as took a Chevy and blowed off the lid
Show a hundred pounds and balled off the bitch
A couple hundred shots will hold off the pigs
'Til my homeboy Will get home off his bid
I'mma still do stickups
Two Mossberg pumps in the pickup
Everybody keep your cool cause if anybody move
The bust shots will tear your whole clique up
N***as get rushed out the ambulance lift up, lift off
Face in his ribcage, ripped off
N***as tax 30 badges for the 36
I'd rather rob and steal than flip soft I'mma stay on...fire