Time is straight running out
Better call the police
Coming straight for ya
With no one to hold me
Head locks and contusions
Not enough for five O to patrol me
Around the clock type nigga
Out of control see
I do this for the gain
Never for the lost like Kobe
I pay more attention to the smell
Of the unholy
The unruly the unconscious
The quiet the lonely
With my eyes open for the niggaz
and those bitches trying to phone meÂ….
Trying to 5 and dime me
Like I am some type of phony
Get the fuck out of here
Before you get blocked without a goalee
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