Go Now (It's Time) Lyrics

Late night got a blunt in my hand

Roll up three g's feeling like the fittest of men

Got a bad bitch cooking w a kiss of death

I cook raps for a living like a lyrical chef

I write flows in the literal sense

Keep my pen game strong, ink dip is in hell

Blood thicker than my water, but a sickleish cell

It's a blood bath for anybody tricking me well

Time to go now

Keep my pen knee deep in my struggle

How I rap for my living make you pour me a double

Feel for my life, thank god I'm out of this trouble

Got no goons w a dot on my head, back to loveable

You could never play w me, because I'm fuckable

Use me for the bag do me dirty, for a couple sums

I see right thru it baby I'm not like them other ones

Ironic how I'd trade a ratchet for a couple guns

Cause one bad bitch worth a million hoes, brother

Ain't no savage playing you, you like David you roughing (Ruffin)

Ain't no quarters in my pocket to play you lip brother

Dice game turned sour like milk you was chugging

Ain't nobody make me comfortable

I rap circles round these cats to get out of my zone

Knock you right off of the throne

Couple bowls like a shot to the dome

Knock on doors but nobody is home, time to roll out

One man circus, for me that's an accomplishment

Me against the world, but got no common sense

As long as I can live my life and go and cop a check

I will never sell myself short, for them private jets

I'm like what

Let you think about it son

Rags to riches you would never have a better story

But in my life I had good fortune

I done threw it away like get off the back porch

I'm chasing bags lord

Nobody ever wanna see me pop

Got too many bills to pay, can't quit this job

Till Mobile flow is immortal, I can't claim my spot

So everybody got to see me rock

Clay Aiken

Smoke so much shit feeling like Claymation

This rap shit got me rapping like eight trey shit

Got respect for the gangs I can't hang with

Got more respect in these streets, I stay dangerous

These bad bitches non disclosed I stay slanging

My core action a byproduct, of cheese grating

I rap crazy like Kanye with Skeat waiting

Bad bitches, ones Karma and she's waiting