XV - Our Time feat. The Squarians lyrics

rate me

Look, ah, I’m breaking necks nigga, for them checks nigga

Yeah it’s teen, all blinging, he got next nigga

High if you haven’t heard, killers you past the word

The realest shit you ever heard from the fucking nerds

Popping that ass, popping them curves,

Popping those pills, pop and I swerve

Popping her top, drop on my nerve

Pop on my dick call her bopping for birds

Great, I’m living that life, money see double we living it twice

Living you learn, so l’s that I burn

My only concern, if I’m living it right

With no fear, still come back, I’ve been here

I’m one man, but I co near, what you stand for so stand clear

I’m the man here so fuck you, I’m on top, what you look up to

This team is stars, now play your cards, but this time off

[Hook]

There’s a time to be happy and there’s a time to be sad

There’s a time to get money and there’s a time to get mad

There’s a time to be cool and there’s a time to be hard

There’s a time to be you but this time’s ours, ours, ours, ours

This time’s ours

There’s a fucking time for everything

I’m from that city where you gotta grind for everything

They throw up signs for everything

You love her, gave her wedding rings

That clipo though only 6, fucking give em everything

Don’t hold back, don’t come back, unless your ass is focused

And change is always good when you close to being homeless

And a rollex, cause they know ex, and that nigga with them bars

And my nigga Freddie hot, this time’s ours

And check it alphabet, you know that s is next

Taking turns with the mob, they shaking like an X

Maybe on a roll but they crack, who’s next to bet

The tree though, it’s t bow, I’m miles high, I’m making jets

Nigga work it out, you couldn’t make a rent

Cause you niggas all like like a tape cassette

No interest, but I get this, like Olympics

Pon de replay when we get this and get lifted

Get crossed out, put the flag up

Better get down when we mask up

You ...we next to beat, like rosaries and we back out

Rolling rick ross, fat blunt... I made it, the fact that I’m faded

[Hook]

There’s a time to be happy and there’s a time to be sad

There’s a time to get money and there’s a time to get mad

There’s a time to be cool and there’s a time to be hard

There’s a time to be you but this time’s ours, ours, ours, ours

This time’s ours.