[Intro]

I don't know what you been told

But I'ma tell you something bout me

I'ma grind til a nigga can't grind no more

Cause ain't shit in this world free

See life is what you make it

Just make sure that you don't fold

Cause they don't care how much you making

They just want you for your soul, hey

[Hook]

Time ticking and my fingers keep itching

I'm a young nigga chasing the doe

And if you run up disrespecting

Ain't no problem to

Leave your ass on the floor

Ain't got time for these niggas

No, no, no

Said I ain't got time for these bitches

No, no, no

[Verse 1: Robbie B]

Dark night in a small city

Niggas mob in all black, jamming old 50

Smoke with me, let me show you what my life like

Young god shine bright like a street light

All my niggas known for doing the most

All that shit we flipped the nigga could've bought me a ghost

Other niggas watching While they on their ass tweeting

Off the dome, we was out here on the field eating

Off top, we the reason why your bitches is missing

We the reason all you youngins out here hoping and wishing

Flow terrific just might get some Tuss and put it in mystic

Flow clean like my dick after I wash off your bitch lipstick, hold up

[Hook]

Time ticking and my fingers keep itching

I'm a young nigga chasing the doe

And if you run up disrespecting

Ain't no problem to

Leave your ass on the floor

Ain't got time for these niggas

No, no, no

Said I ain't got time for these bitches

No, no, no

[Verse 2: Yung Simmie]

I ain't got no time, I ain't got no mind

You hating on me nigga you won't get no shine

I'm sipping lean in Texas, I lean the other direction

They searching like an inspection, I'm ducked off protected

Time ticking so I can't kick it

Fingers itching so I'm whipping in the damn kitchen

All my niggas legendary, never scary, Tom and Jerry

Got the rats tryna jack me for my fetty, hope you niggas ready

Chopper chop turn a nigga to spaghetti

Grinding everyday, tryna chase the fetty

Steve Robbs just hit me on my blackberry

Say round the homie up, I ain't talking Yeti

[Hook]

Time ticking and my fingers keep itching

I'm a young nigga chasing the doe

And if you run up disrespecting

Ain't no problem to

Leave your ass on the floor

Ain't got time for these niggas

No, no, no

Said I ain't got time for these bitches

No, no, no

[Verse 3: Mike G]

See me swimming through these lanes

We ain't pictures in the same frame

Have my autograph well displayed on your front page

This level is game is difficult to obtain

And my mind's impossible to contain

Moves like a bullet train, sometimes it's a curse

Since the [?] my purpose just to show my worth

Laying verbs I had women at a loss for words

While we cruise through downtown LA like the Purge is

Murder on sight, family one left to right

Moving on auto-pilot but still I keep 'em excited

I'm bout to start up a riot, tell hating niggas be quiet

I'm too timeless

What these rappers is, I'm two times it

[Hook]

Time ticking and my fingers keep itching

I'm a young nigga chasing the doe

And if you run up disrespecting

Ain't no problem to

Leave your ass on the floor

Ain't got time for these niggas

No, no, no

Said I ain't got time for these bitches

No, no, no