H.A.W.K. - Only Tyme Will Tale

rate me

Clientele increasing swiftly, from a G to a ki

Living millionaires dream, that my eyes can see

Dead End we leave you blinded, I'm erasing these boys

Cause I'm a self made nigga, playing with automatic toys

Living lavish is a habit, currency 'cross the ocean

H-A-Dub-K and Dead End B.G.'s, a deadly potion

Only time'll tell, the platinum records we grabbing it

Two kilos in my cabinet, lyrically we ain't having it

Don't give a fuck about haters, and all the hell that I run from

Make money's my national anthem, a lyrical temper tantrum

Straight balling no dope cases, leave bills with inflated faces

We G's we on the rise, for moving round to vacant spaces

Only time will tell, lace your game and don't slack up

Ride till I die, if I fall get right back up

Living lavish is a habit, pumping strictly for the cabbage

Making music's where we headed, thinking thoed and trying to have it

My back against the wall, I ain't got shit to lose

Is it greed or green, that keep me making these moves

Hit the block with precision, and chop it up like confetti

I go to the extreme, to keep my pockets laced with feddy

Hard times got a young nigga currency chasing

Cause only time will tell, if twenty to life is what I'm facing

On these drug infested streets, I had to hustle and grind

It just took a lil' time, for me to bubble up and shine

Drought season, got a motherfucker clutching this nine

It itching with hollow tips, to rupture a nigga spine

It ain't hard to see, that we done hopped on the grind

The Dead End baby gangsta, gon leave all you bitches blind

Situations get sticky, me and haters go heads up

My niggaz get bruised up, so my glock done cocked up

Pumping strictly for cabbage, I got birds flying in my attic

Pots boiling like acid, it's time to whoop up some magic

Heads turning like wheels, when we hit the intersection

B.G. wrecking your ears, cause we screaming Dead End Texas

Or looking like mouth ailing, records sales are sailing

Lyrical smoke got me inhaling, masterplan investments

My road to riches is where I'm headed, mix fast to stack my feddy

Boy time tellers we ain't ready, earth calm down we done left it painted

Ask Lil' Kay it's a must, to live ghetto fabulous

Dead End B.G.'s we dangerous, a whole damn mob couldn't fuck with us

Thinking thoed trying to have it, pumping hard for my cabbage

Living lavish is a habit, Dead End savage trying to grab it

Gotta smash these 48 bars, got choose by superstars

Wearing fatigues to camoflauge ain't no stopping my enterouge

Seek to charge and get the do', I want all to hit the flo'

Step to this square if you want some mo', better beware of this danger flow

With my toll mo' money mo', take the war like G.I. Joe

Yeah I might be a asshole, fuck with our cash flow

Use my mic's to make the scrill, caps got peeled blood got spilled

On that chase for big pay bills, sitting higher than a hill

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