No Time - Skeme

I’m laughing to the bank but ain’t a damn thing funny

About that profit like Muhammed, homie all I want is money

I’m just ducking from the haters, focused on this paper

Tell them niggas on the side see ya' later

Cause I ain’t got the time for, no I ain’t got the time for

See homie I’ve been on my grind for, so I ain’t got the time for

Feel like the top exactly where we supposed to be nigga

And I won’t let an opportunist close to me nigga

I keep a piece, fuck your peace nigga

My lean budget match your monthly rent and lease nigga

A genius, she give me brain as soon as she meet us

I’m only about a check, even got one outta' Adidas

These niggas mimic my moves, lookin' like a hype man

On molly right now, even her fingers rolling, ice man

George Gervin, coupe swerving while I’m switching lanes

Can’t put my trust in these niggas knowing that niggas change

So what’s the basis when rappers don’t know the basics

Still not taking advice from those I wouldn’t trade place with

With all disrespect I ain’t on no saving face shit

About to crash and burn, I suggest you hit your brakes quick

Streets ugly, blocks need face lifts

And even knowing that, I still ain’t left him on that fake shit

This game do something to you, turn you into a beast

I’m on Billboard charts but we still in these streets

Nigga we got to eat, whole squad gotta dine

Besides these rappers talkin' about me, homie my life fine

Lord show me a sign, till then I’m showing no mercy

On this road to the riches but that highway curvy

If they fiendin', I serve em'

If I’m nothing, she’s slurping

Keep a pistol on my purse and never claim to be perfect

Both of my hands dirty, we just scratching the surface

Bet your past looking shaky, spent your whole life nervous

Fuck with me while I’m working, we hit your block lurking

We just looking to search him, if we spot him we murking