Lyrics to It’s About Time by Sha Ek
It’s ’bout ***’ time I get on my ***, ***
Free Dot, free PJ, free Cj, free Skudda
And it’s no more free ***’ Nino
Grah, grah, grah, grah
It’s ’bout time that I get on my ***
For that money you know that I’m takin’ that risk
Most of my niggas on Rikers or they in the feds, so I’m dolo ’cause new niggas switch
I’d rather stay locked in with my grip
They don’t love me, they only love me when I diss
Too many dead Gzz in my spliff
*** it, all of them restin’ in ***
I’m tellin’, “Slide” to the niggas who talk hot
They linked up so I’m spinnin’ through both blocks
Make ’em run every time that I throw shots
‘Lilah been died, I’ve been smokin’ that dumb *** (‘Lilah)
You can see these niggas got me mad
I’m on the bail tryna think about my dad
Free Bdot he was punchin’ on fags
Theres too much *** that we did in the past
But we still get active
John G- got put in a casket
Dummy, my niggas never be lackin’
[?] why you gettin’ him tatted?
[?] did bad ’cause that old *** rappin’
Free JJ, you talk on his name and it’s static
I’m really locked in with all of the goons, they be jackin’ the O but they don’t be in tune
It’s ’bout time that I get on my *** (***)
For that money you know that I’m takin’ that risk (Risk)
Most of my niggas on Rikers or they in the feds, so I’m dolo ’cause new niggas switch
I’d rather stay locked in with my grip
They don’t love me, they only love me when I diss
Too many dead Gzz in my spliff
*** it, all of them restin’ in ***
So I’ma go roll me a zip
If the V get hot, I’ma get a new whip
I just been goin’ through mad different ***
But I don’t complain ’cause a *** got rich
Niggas told me, “EK, stay with your switch,” but he in New York, it’s 30 in the clip (On bro)
Bro, I got you, don’t even trip
One phone call will get a *** hit
Hollows will make a *** *** flip
Just let me know if it’s lit
If it’s lit, we like, “Say that”
Lil’ bro been feenin’ to spray that
New opp just died, where the pain at?
OY been died, where the Caine at?
Gang-gang-gang, OGz the *** up
Uh-huh
Suck my ***
Grah-grah-grah-grah
Everything dead, gotta stand on that ***, bow
It’s ’bout time that I get on my *** (***)
For that money you know that I’m takin’ that risk (Risk)
Most of my niggas on Rikers or they in the feds, so I’m dolo ’cause new niggas switch
I’d rather stay locked in with my grip
They don’t love me, they only love me when I diss
Too many dead Gzz in my spliff
*** it, all of them restin’ in ***
