Ra Stallone - No Time Lyrics

I turn up the city, I'm making it hot
These bitches they thinkin they cool but they not
I cop me a coupe and I pull off the lot
I'll probably get stopped for the shit that I got
I remember I ain't had no car at all
Now check out all the whips that I got
And I got caught up with the law
When the dawg got a whiff of the pot
But some of my dawgs still whipping the pop
I thought it was over, I guess that it's not
I'm trying to get mama a house and my homie a car for all of the luck that I got
I guess that you can't call it luck when you just steady working hard
And we see sharks up in the water, pussy boy, we pull your card
Play this shit for all the gangsters, bet that they gon' say it's hard
And if you ask them how it was growing up, they would say it's hard
Fill my lungs up with them cigarettes, addicted to the tar
Some my homies still up in the streets, addicted to the Glock
Got some bitches asking me for money, ain't suck dick or nothing
Girl, if you ain't gonna bust it, then how am I supposed to trust it
I done told her if I understand it, there ain't no discussion
Baby, I don't want your love, girl, cause it ain't got no substance
I ain't got no time for you
Girl, I ain't got no time for you lately, yeah
I ain't got no time for you
I ain't got time for you, baby, no
And I ain't got no time for that bitch no more
I'm just tryn stack them commas up, I'm finna glow
I'm trying to get the money, I'm trying to get the dough
And all of these bitches, they talking, they can hit the door
Hope it don't hit you on your ass when you walk your way out
These bitches talking all that bullshit, what it be about
I'm sitting rapping in the mic with what I feel about
All of this shit that I just see up on the news and on the social media
And girl, let me say this is just from me to ya
I've been smoking on this dope, it came from space off meteors
You can't eat up off my plate because my steak is meatier
I put the stake up in the ground and then I mark my territory
Don't be looking for no smoke cause this shit could get very gory
I be cooking up these hits like early 60s Barry Gordy
She done put a hole up in her nose from all that shit she snorting
I been hearing all these voices in my head like Randy Orton
They keep telling me to focus on the money, it's more important
One day I'm gonna get a Lamb and that shit gonna be imported
I'm still saving all them pennies from that 8th to you I shorted
Every word that come up out my mouth I make sure it's recorded
And I heard that he got hurt but there was nothing got reported
And my homies trapping late nights till early in the morning
One of my mans not from America, I hope he don't get deported
I turn up the city, I'm making it hot
These bitches they thinkin they cool but they not
I cop me a coupe and I pull off the lot
I'll probably get stopped for the shit that I got
I remember I ain't had no car at all
Now check out all the whips that I got
And I got caught up with the law
When the dawg got a whiff of the pot