Boaz - Prime Time lyrics

rate me

Bases loaded, motherfuckers

Ya ready?

Going hard like Raffersburg in the 4th

But this the plus score, the last man standing is the gladiator

I’m eatin’ rappers alive, I’m a decapitator

Light, cameras, you ready for some action playa?

I got my hands up, gunning for the end zone

Clothe and movie scripts, album sales, ringtones

This money ain’t a thing homes

Well at least to me it ain’t

My block work is clockwork

I don’t wanna see the pain

All I wanna see is fwanks

Grants and Jacksons, niggas mad as the status

Enormous cash we’re stackin’

Well let me take you back there

To them hoes on my side, hand me now clothes on my back

Of course I got close to the block

Now I can’t fold up my knot

Just throw a band on ‘cause he brought a stove, getting high

I throw them pants on it, you know I’m whippin’

No killers credentials, just might catching new tinsels

Niggas knew I had potential when I

Had turned to double up into a quadruplet

My hustler niggas understand me

I turned to double up into a quadruplet

Now they chain down the ranks silly to watch stupid

The house bigger, the grass greener, the car ruthless

They say that recession here but we gon ball through this

A heart of a winner and the blood of a champion

Got the stretch to put my team on my back and carry on

Sippin’ that Perignon, lightin’ that marijuana

Stylin’ also called, releasin’ rapper dons

Murder every track I’m on

I’m done rapping to ‘em

They try to slow me down, put obstacles in the way

I ain’t worried about the cops, just the shit that these niggas say

I’m ready to start talkin’ before you done did a day

I sent the white up north, tell a couple spit in the tray

Die slow, salute to my niggas who stood tall

Dreaming of foreign cars and cancels with bigger walls

I’m for some liquor for my niggas locked, my niggas gone

When we reunite at the pearly gates, then it’s on

Ain’t nothing changed boy, I get ‘em in, get ‘em gone

I bleed the block, check the bottom of my Loubrettons

This lil niggas couldn’t walk in my shoes

These haters everywhere, think they blockin’ my views

Feds in up on mark, out here watchin’ my moves

Gotta move smart, hear me (it’s real)

I’m switching cars like Nicky in Casino

Tryna pick me up with kilo

Getting drug money like putting up a free flow

It’s too easy to just start hustling when you heard the new G’s

These niggas not a comic book

I’m getting dirty money by the book

I’m outside, don’t give a fuck how I look

‘Cause where I come from ain’t nobody got money

But they all want something huh

They all want something huh

They all want something huh