Time Killers Lyrics by ScHoolboy Q
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah
Yeah
Huh
Yeah
([?] none of that ***)
On God
Uh, yeah
Wake up, I’m on the night shift, don’t do me wrong
Pull up, I need my sidekick, come get me on
Oh, oh, turn me on
Slow down, follow the process, I’m in the zone
One umbrella, two pairs, come, you play your roles
You rose really, I’m out here, I’m in the pros
Black man made it the hard way, he think he hold
So mad looking at my ***, it could be yours
911 *** all black, ***, I got a Porsche
Two time felon, behind the gates it’s a resort
Gotta watch for these devils, they see your *** and get control
Careful on that road, dumb lil’ getting low on what he owe
While I’m doing what he don’t, ’til then free the locs
Got a rapper turn joke (Joke)
Another so-so (Goddman, homie)
Please let it go (Let it go)
Uh
God bless that, move from the past (Ay)
Nine million, all cash, hmm (Ay)
It’s like my overtime flash (Ballin’)
*** it, she satisfied, yes (Oh my)
[?]
No secret, I’m on the road
They played you, now with us
Money do cartwheels go flippin’ gold
I don’t take advice from with no hoes
You talk so much, you’s the ***
I live rent-free, boy y’all controlled
I need four commas (Money, *** zeroes)
Oh, oh, oh-oh (Su, su, su, suu)
Wake up, hop out the phone booth, I’m on the way
Grew up on Figueroa street, I saw the play
Lil bo’ scrawny for sure was catching fades
Raised by all women and still I never caved
Took it three times, extended from greatness, I just play
Whole lotta brave, rent by the slaves
[?] white Jesus on the chain, I feel proud when it hangs
Try to hide from the fame and still came with a bang
I’m a Figg turned a black cloud to a flame
I’m a big wheelin’, stomach full, mouth full of pape
It was God, give a lil’ took it too far
I’m a lone star, street smart and I’m book smart
That’s the dumb part, uh, yeah
Look at my report card
Boy, supposed to hit the four yard
A man supposed to have scars (Ayy)
[?] hit ain’t that hard
When I’m groovin’ in the NASCAR
The Hoover street, I’m Mozart
Boy livin’ on a postcard
Smooth steerin’ for the hard R
[?] *** your (Mind)
Yeah
Thought I was crazy
Haha, it’s like I was cra—
I was crazy