Aint Got Time Lyrics

So carefree, I greet y'all all middle fingers,

Pull up with the sweepers like who called

The cleaners,

Waving at you like friendly neighbors,

That's more bodies than filled arenas,

Storm the game, better call up fema

Some cold niggas, with a couple heaters,

The way we mobbing make you mamma Mia,

Got a fine chick, that ride me cleaner,

Then Day Day talking bout his Beamer,

It can go left, better check your blinker,

Shots from the Cal, they from Pasadena,

Give you sixteen, I ain't talking features,

So many clips, I can make a movie,

Y'all clutching teasers, get plucked in here,

Like I'm using tweezers, it's unreal,

How I make believers, the best rapper,

Coming out your speakers, on different time,

Clocking every line, this the second rhyme,

As the minutes flying, carefree, free our minds,

Games over, hit the showers, lame ass,

Thinking plane crash, if you try to tower,

Over us and deny the power,

You want some praise, well in the grave,

It comes with flowers, the only praise,

That's ever made, is to our father,

And we more connected than wi-fi,

With a million routers,

Niggas love to talk but I never hear that,

If waiting for a reply I probably won't hit back,

Cause I ain't got time today

Yeah

All my niggas came up

All kinds of ways

Yeah

Sitting back Phil Jack

How I'm calling plays

Yeah

Fuck your feelings and opinions

What you trying to say

Yeah

Cause I ain't got time today

Yeah

Cause I ain't got time today

Yeah

All my niggas came up

All kinds of ways

Yeah

Sitting back Phil Jack

How I'm calling plays

Yeah

Fuck your feelings and opinions

What you trying to say

Yeah

Cause I ain't got time today

Yeah

Cause I ain't got time

Cause I ain't got time

Cause I ain't got time

Yeah

Cause I ain't got time

I ain't got time

I'm too busy, just staying busy,

Y'all acting out like you want an Emmy,

Got the game tripping,

Cause my rapping glitchy,

I'll burn the toast, to get my bread crispy,

Give this cat the can, if he feeling frisky,

These punches kill, I'm Jack Dempsey,

Headshot, bullets chase your dreams,

Like they from Philly, every line so critical,

It's alphabetical, know your end is near,

When I give your body O's, cut the act,

The curtains close, to a big dog your pitiful,

And it truly shows, this for those,

Who hate to see when I pop,

Well keep them close, in a different mode,

So lyrical, just so you know, if you chose,

To see me dying I might, C4, explode,

We tapping jaws like morse code,

Let 'em know aye

Niggas always talk but all I hear is cap

Nigga

Cut my ears off I ain't hearing none of that

Cause I ain't got time today

Yeah

All my niggas came up

All kinds of ways

Yeah

Sitting back Phil Jack

How I'm calling plays

Yeah

Fuck your feelings and opinions

What you trying to say

Yeah

Cause I ain't got time today

Yeah

Cause I ain't got time today

Yeah

All my niggas came up

All kinds of ways

Yeah

Sitting back Phil Jack

How I'm calling plays

Yeah

Fuck your feelings and opinions

What you trying to say

Yeah

Cause I ain't got time today

Yeah

Cause I ain't got time