Kyeza - No Time lyrics

[Intro] K-Y-E It's the K-Y-E Smokey Boyz [Verse] I've got no more time to be clowning around Got too much time to go down on the ground Any enemy there, I'll ride out right now Got too many n***as that wanna slide back round On the ends, we've gotta survive somehow All my friend dem gotta grind by the ounce Only 10/10 if you're providing it out Boydem wanna put us inside the jail house Come to the flats, that's straight in-and-out No long ting, man hit the sale and bounce Chips get cut like break into house Been on the roads for years, it's breaking me down On the ends, it's geared in crazy amounts On the B with A, really about Don't need the A To Z, I know whereabouts Where the young Gs reload in the trap No long ting, buss reload, put 'em down Man lick shot like free throw, no doubt Have the enemy wish he never opened his mouth Hennessy and a bit of green to go to the clouds Stress on my clart that's beginning to mount From 14, got kicked out the house Had beef and we weren't on sorting it out We used to roll with a tool in the pouch We used to move with a tool in the crep Used to ride back just to beef over ends Now I ride mic, don't think I tek threats Hold leng, thinking you could ever ride on me then? Hold on, chill out, no, just relax one sec Tryna get out the flats with the mic and deck All tense, had another close shave with the feds Feeling like I'm going crazy again Many memories that has left stains on my head And man are wickedest man, so never play with me then OGs, n***a, I'm badder than man, aim with the TEC Pagan dem, they best be saving their breath Fling the ting just like new tech Man ah shower man mad, take showerman steps Anytime, any day, any place, I rep Any estate, I come through and flex You don't wanna see me man if it's that bad attitude And we don't tek backchat, show gratitude To the n***as that got my back Weekdays and we're still drinking yak Man's raw just like the ting mixed with bash Dem boy know they don't ever state facts Nah, fam, didn't really wanna get a man mad Can't come around man if you beat down yats Or if you sing, we don't f** with the rats Cause man tried to flex on real money man But can't lend a hand to the fam or gang Then they move prang cuh they gas and brag 'Bout all the stacks that they had in the bank Now the YGs dem are searching the flat Gets on top and my friends never ran Dem man, they could never flex with man cuh Dem boy dere ain't my friend or team Talking too much when a man's lean Too much weed, too much codeine Talk like they're big inna di game, oh please Wanna do a ting? That's you v. me You v. me on the mic, you might see All of your co-Ds get burst jean Best disperse, you don't want that heat And it gets reversed when I jump on beat You want to try? You'll die, dun know it gets peak Wanna f** around with none of my team Get along gang just really ain't me Kick off the ting, tell a boy don't speak Can't kick it with me cuh you're not my G Kick a boy down, buss a likkle thai chi I don't like you, I get along with your wifey So open your girl, that's where you'll find us Kick back, relax and bill a zoot, I'm good Doing a mad ting on recliners Then it's back to the roads until the night's up and Shout out the realest riders One wheel-up with the feds dem behind us Soon come, gonna be an R1 biker 125 whenever I ride up and Get the Rizla, piece and grinder Bare green, I know, I tek the lighter Already high but I wanna get higher cuh Life's stress when you're living as a writer Grind more, then I write, fam, it's minor And man ah ride for the cause even if it's minor The roadside mandem wanna retire Before the federalis really wanna come and find ya