Time Machine/Numb To Hate (Interlude) lyrics

Part I - Time Machine

[Intro: Casey Veggies]
No, I can't wait

[Chorus: Casey Veggies & Rockie Fresh]
Baby I don't wait, no I don't wait, I make that girl mine
These n*ggas that fake, I swear they lie, they bound to switch sides
Hop up in that foreign and do the dash, that's how the boy ride
Either in Ch-Town or in LA, I'm on the west side
Rolly on my wrist, that b*tch don't tick because it's my time
These n*ggas ain't real [?] speak but I can see sides
She see me at the game and I was posted on the baseline
Young n*gga out the streets but now I'm balling just like AI

[Verse 1: Rockie Fresh & Casey Veggies]
Young n*gga focused on the finer things
Talkin' bout Bentley Coupes, talkin' bout Amiri jeans
Yeah, talkin' bout VVS, talkin' bout diamond rings
Yeah, ever since a young n*gga got my first check been living my dreams
Yeah, we're from overseas, this sh*t European
Yeah, really I'm just a hustler, I got what you need
Yeah, get it by any means til the money ain't a thing, ain't a thing
Shawty [?] king but I ain't looking for no queen, nah
Yeah, got love for the money, nothing come between
Yeah, the way I'm living life is like a movie scene
Yeah, [?] I can never ride a n*gga coat tail
n*ggas be claiming they G, get caught, he know they all gon' tell
Yeah, I had my back on the wall, I need a mill, no less
Yeah, baby she know I'm a dog, she throw that pus*y, I go fetch
Yeah, n*ggas be dying to flex but they ain't really getting no checks
Shorty she wanna have rich sex, she don't wanna have broke sex
[?] now he tryna protest
We put the weed in the Goyard then we go smoke out the whole jet
[Chorus: Casey Veggies & Rockie Fresh]
Baby I don't wait, no I don't wait, I make that girl mine
These n*ggas that fake, I swear they lie, they bound to switch sides
Hop up in that foreign and do the dash, that's how the boy ride
Either in Ch-Town or in LA, I'm on the west side
Rolly on my wrist, that b*tch don't tick because it's my time
These n*ggas ain't real [?] speak but I can see sides
She see me at the game and I was posted on the baseline
Young n*gga out the streets but now I'm balling just like AI

[Verse 2: Casey Veggies & Rockie Fresh]
Throwing dope in the air, yeah
Fresh Veggies 2, it ain't fair, yeah
I didn't have nothing, now I spend this sh*t like I don't care, yeah
I f*ck up a bag, yeah, I'm running through all this cash, yeah, yeah
I'm blowing this gas, yeah, get more rich than last year
Getting brain while I'm driving
sh*t's so good, I might crash yeah
[?] pull off til [?]
I'm blowing them racks, yeah
[?] I'm putting up stacks, yeah, yeah
The future [?] I run it up so fast, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Casey Veggies & Rockie Fresh]
Baby I don't wait, no I don't wait, I make that girl mine
These n*ggas that fake, I swear they lie, they bound to switch sides
Hop up in that foreign and do the dash, that's how the boy ride
Either in Ch-Town or in LA, I'm on the west side
Rolly on my wrist, that b*tch don't tick because it's my time
These n*ggas ain't real [?] speak but I can see sides
She see me at the game and I was posted on the baseline
Young n*gga out the streets but now I'm balling just like AI
Part II - Numb To Hate

[Chorus: Dame Don]
Heart get colder, I just keep on pouring soda, yeah
Heart get colder, I just keep on pouring fours
All I need is crushed ice in a double coffee cup, I don't drink no Folgers
All I'ma do is keep running this money up, I thought I told you
[?] with the windows tinted, smoking big Backwood, that's how we roll
She didn't wanna let me hit it back then, now I got di*k all down her throat
They don't really really wanna see you win, got numb to the hate, that's how it go

[Verse 1: Dame Don]
Numb to the hate these n*ggas hoes these days, [?] they let 'em show
I'm letting you know now better not play with me, I pull it out, I'ma blow
Let you know, better not play with me, play with a sack, he gone
Shout out Milly, yeah he stay with me, yeah that my bro
Shout out [?] yeah he stay with me, young n*gga stuck to the code
I don't know you, you ain't no friend of me, I barely even know him
Nah he ain't no friend of me, more like an enemy
More guns for enemy
Keep it all in the streets, keep it all off the tweet
I ain't got no time for beef, I got more time for cheese
We gon' be counting money up, somebody bring me some weed
Beat the pus*y up all night, she ain't want me to leave
Shorty say I'm everything she ever want a young n*gga to be
[Chorus: Dame Don]
Heart get colder, I just keep on pouring soda, yeah
Heart get colder, I just keep on pouring soda, yeah
Heart get colder, I just keep on pouring fours
All I need is crushed ice in a double coffee cup, I don't drink no Folgers
All I'ma do is keep running this money up, I thought I told you
[?] with the windows tinted, smoking big Backwood, that's how we roll
She didn't wanna let me hit it back then, now I got di*k all down her throat
They don't really really wanna see you win, got numb to the hate, that's how it go

[Verse 2: Casey Veggies]
They always doubted me, young n*gga been an underdog
One thing 'bout me I'ma stand tall til them hundreds tall
Only keep real n*ggas around, I'm glad my n*ggas not like y'all
They don't stay on [?] they don't stay silent like they was not involved
My n*gga Dame pouring fours, he been running through the red lights [?]
These streets so cold, I can't believe I watched this sh*t take my dog
These streets so cold, I been riding solo and nobody called
[?] walk up by myself with a hundred on me
You getting money but you ain't putting your n*ggas on, really I can't condone
[?] found out the hard way the hoe n*ggas them n*ggas ain't my homies
Really these n*ggas ain't my homies
Walked in the bank when the bank ain't open
f*ck the fake n*gga, let the bank expose 'em
New money coming, got sh*t in motion
Keep a bad b*tch taking off her clothes
Keep my friends close but my enemies closer

[Chorus: Dame Don]
Heart get colder, I just keep on pouring soda, yeah
Heart get colder, I just keep on pouring soda, yeah
Heart get colder, I just keep on pouring fours
All I need is crushed ice in a double coffee cup, I don't drink no Folgers
All I'ma do is keep running this money up, I thought I told you
[?] with the windows tinted, smoking big Backwood, that's how we roll
She didn't wanna let me hit it back then, now I got di*k all down her throat
They don't really really wanna see you win, got numb to the hate, that's how it go

[Verse 3: Rockie Fresh]
That's how it goes, woah
Me and [?] in the back of the Rolls, we was blowing them O's
Me and CV trip overseas, left your b*tch in Belize
I'm on the ice like I play with the skis, shorty sliding on me
[?]
I make bands in my sleep, yeah
I don't be catching no Z's
I just go get to the M's for me and my friends
[?] the best, Uber the shooter, that's only for incidents
I put time in this sh*t, I put my life on this sh*t, I would die for this sh*t
Went to [?] on a Sunday and through out a blessing, Lord knows it's a compliment, yeah
I been through a lot of sh*t
I ball so hard that I need a scholarship, I'm talking bout Harvard sh*t
All of my smoke grade A
[?] and she came straight from the A
She ain't know a n*gga from the Chi
She ain't know a n*gga don't play