Time 2 Choose Lyrics

Said it's a thin line

Between the Love and Hate

I can't get caught up in the middle

I'ma need me some space

I done seen snakes up in the grass

I cut my yard where I stay

And I'm bout green I'm on that Gas

I cannot give it a break (Brake)

And I can't fw these niggas

They be way too fake

And I got "Trust Issues"

Sometimes I be feeling like Drake

And I might buss niggas

Please do not run up in my face

You my dog I thug with you

We go from the cradle to grave

Been in this game way too long just to play with you

I knew you was gone do me wrong I would've stayed from you

And I can't dwell upon the past it's so much shit I've been through

You made impressions on my lessons it's hard to forget you

And I'ma run up a bag til my hundreds blue

And I've been chasing after cash like it ain't nun else to do

I make her feel like she gone crash

I'm tryna stunt with you

Just show yo ass and make em mad

Cuz they can't fuck with you

And I can be yo Bud

You my Rudy Huxtable

And we came from that mud

Know we are some Hustlers

And I ain't slowing down

I just turned my hustle up

No we can't slow down

Block too small need more towns

They funny I see more clowns

Make one call get more rounds

She hop like frogs give her more rounds

She turn Up when she go Down

I was tryna turn up they turned their back on me

We living like it's Motown

If a nigga try to act up

Name the choppa Otis singing back up

I ain't never slacking like my pants up

I ain't never lacking got the strap tucked

Better tell these folks that they done fucked up

And when it's up know it's stuck stuck

Been a hard life I had tough luck

Stand 10 toes like an usher

Ain scared to fight

If they bring that pipe I'm pulling out like a dresser

And I can't fuck with these bitches they be killing my mood

But I might fuck on these bitches then I get on the move

Won't bet it all on all of y'all cuz I got too much to lose

I bet on you and then I fall you've made me look like a fool

She just wanna fuck on my jewels

Fuck on my tattoos

She sending me nudes

I see the "bare" truth

If I was down up on my dick I still wouldn't ask you

Like you got to back against the wall can't put nothing past you

And I've seen too many of my people Die (Dye) like hair-do's

That shit hurt me so deep I put that pain in tattoos

We gotta keep it "street"

We riding for our Avenues

Need some more time because sometimes we ain't got Time to Choose