Whole Time (Demo) lyrics

[Intro]
(EarlOnTheBeat)
Yeah
Uh-huh (Told my slime Earl, hold it, uh)
Yeah (Hold that sh*t down and they gon' see it)
Uh-huh (You gon' see it and now he see it)
(Really held it down)
Uh-huh (Feel me?)
Uh-huh (For real), uh-huh, uh-huh

[Verse 2]
(Beep) Look (Go)
I'm hated the most, I don't give a damn (Go)
I used to swipe, finesse through the Skype
Through the night, I would eat on the Grand Slam (Swipe)
Don't be like me, I'm a millionaire
Still ridin' dirty 'round town like Chamillionaire (Don't be like me, woo)
These n*ggas softer than Build-A-Bear
Penthouse, then make her eat with no silverware (sh*t, ayy, f*ck, for real)
I'm crackin' this b*tch like some software (Go)
I got her boyfriend on my crosshair
He talkin' down (Phew), go the sound
I'm in New York, need a loft here (Damn)
b*tch, I'm a motherf*ckin' boss here (Damn)
No, ain't no n*gga soft here (f*ck 'em)
My n*ggas down, they came from the town (Phew)
They let it off here (Slatt)
Audemars Piguet, ice me (Ice)
Where I be f*ckin' this Pisces?
She wanna beat up a wifey (She was down)
I like the baguettes, I like these emeralds
Damn, them sh*ts look like a icy (Ice)
Different in school, check out the IQ
I made more guap than the IT (sh*t, yeah)
[Chorus]
Nah, whole time n*ggas hold sh*t down (Frrt, frrt, hold it down)
Yeah, whole time n*ggas never lied, n*ggas keep a hundred rounds (Whole time, frrt)
Yeah, home alone, n*gga run up on me, do 'em like Macaulay Culkin (sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, yeah)
Two-fifty for the Bentley coupe, I ain't drivin', leave it parkin' (Fif')

[Verse 3]
Lot of my choices was dumb sh*t
Gang pull up on the block and they dump sh*t
My n*ggas got red on their head
Red on their head on some Trump sh*t (Brrt)
I'm swervin' the 'Burban down Highland (Skrrt)
Swervin' the whip on some drunk sh*t (Swerve)
I'm not a fighter at all
But I stomp his head, wanted him dead (Prrt, prrt, prrt)
Won't get a foot in my conscience (Poh)
These b*tches hang 'round for the content (b*tch)
It took me way outta context (Oh)
My youngin' gon' blow like a Semtex (sh*t, beep)
Ill everywhere like some Germ-X (Yee)
Just tell my n*gga his turn next (God)
Burn that sh*t down
Don't play with me, b*tch, I'ma burn up (Burn)
Yeah (Burn), young n*gga, earn that (Brrt)
Don't speak on no sh*t you don't know about
Before you speak on it, go learn that
sh*t, sh*t, yeah (sh*t)
For real, keepin' this sh*t for real (Beep)
Three in the two like Shaquille
I don't even know how to feel (Yeah, beep)
[Chorus]
Nah, whole time n*ggas hold sh*t down (Frrt, frrt, hold it down)
Yeah, whole time n*ggas never lied, n*ggas keep a hundreds rounds (Whole time, frrt)
Yeah, home alone, n*gga run up on me, do 'em like Macaulay Caulkin (sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, yeah)
Two-fifty for the Bentley coupe, I ain't drive it, leave it parkin' (Fif')

[Outro]
Frrt, frrt (Go)
Frrt, frrt
Frrt, frrt