The Times lyrics

[Intro]
What, what, what, what, what
Yeah
Yeah
We in Baltimore right now
I've been told this sounds like a Cadillac
So if you own a Cadillac, good job, n*gga
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha

[Chorus]
Yeah, they tell all the stories 'bout the times
None of them n*ggas is on my mind
I had, I had to flip it, make that melon
You dope, put them on the stove, fry 'em
Most my n*ggas got they heads screwed on
Tight as a virgin, pus*y mushy, had me stuck on the phone
Finding my pace, make another run to Bmore
[?] Madea built, mama got that boy pregnant like a seahorse

[Verse 1]
I found me a pot that I can pee on, a window I can throw it out
I can say sh*t like, "get the f*ck up out my house"
But since you let me use your couch, you ain't gon' never be without
All my brothers, they can vouch, I ain't never been no slouch, what you searchin' for?
You got your mind made up, what you cursin' for?
I love you dearly, but lately, spirits been trippin', boy
So much for jury, you lost me replace them n*ggas' courts
I know you hear me, yo
[Chorus]
They tell all the stories 'bout the times
None of them n*ggas is on my mind
I had, I had to flip it, make that melon lime
The dope, put them on the stove, fry 'em
Most my n*ggas got they heads screwed on
Tight as a virgin, pus*y mushy, had me stuck on the phone
Finding my pace, make another run to Bmore
[?] Madea , mama got that boy pregnant like a– yo

[Verse 2]
Before I leave you, I'ma tell you [?] [?]
Don't follow me just 'cause you got bored
Many tours, flights I can't afford, it's dicey, my boy
A shiesty whore left my heart annoyed, don't open that door
They know the lore, I never kept it secret
It's all good in the hood, hustle like it's legal
Soon as you get it hot, skrrt, there go the people
You n*gga want me for interviews, but you f*ckin' evil
They say they need you, let you tell 'em no, might f*ckin' eat you
My sh*t be lethal, put some lighter fluid on the needle
My shawty regal, when she see you, you can't hide yourself for none of your intentionals
Audio expenses on my temple, we still sample those
We was getting busy online, offline, out of net, internet, or computers like sex
All my students all step, b*tch, do it to the death
This the part where you invest, pull the car around them jects, yo
[Outro]
They tell all the stories 'bout the times
Yeah, none of them n*ggas is on my mind, yo
Yeah, I had to flip it, make that melon lime, yo
Like, like f*ckin', um
Like a plantain, fry that thing