Ronald Carlton Ba** - Just a Matter of Time lyrics

(Intro) It's just a matter, of time Till you people, make me, lose my mind I'm bout to, leave this, all behind... (Verse 1) Yep Just got, over It, like, once again I don't, love these hoes What I, told my friends Give a kudos, to those, n***as, who were, telling me How ex hoes, was creeping, to alert me, like security Now, I'm past that, groupies, get hash tagged We get, high, rep with, pride Flows, high tide, your sets, flat I ain't, scared, I dont, ever fall for striper, women Body art, and tats, will make you, lust And, have a, heart attack But baby, you, turning me up I know that, your ready to, ugh Go ahead, bring a girlfriend, I'm f**ing, with her, If she, f**ing with us But ain't, f**ing with, y'all On my, dick, f**ing get, off Where is my, magnum Cause I, don't f** with it, raw You playing, with God, real n***as, don't play that Hot women, want to lay, back Had beach views, of that, a**, their ain't nothing, 50th state, lacks My word play, my gern ways, leave em wanting more, of that hersheys My caramel, she know very well, all these b**hes, want it, every day Uh-huh (Verse 2) Show time, no rap flaws Study my notes So you remember, all my, rap songs Not these other, n***as Kick flip, off that black top, what I used to do, till I rapped on This beat, and k**ed the, street Just to, transition, to my, next song We gunnin, for It, k**ing the artist, you got love for Leave em, in the ditches, I dug for em Told you n***as, you've been, fore warned, I'm fore sworn To that 44, you f**ing hater Get out my face, if you ain't, got no paper Nothing, in life is, free, cept this tape & my frees Like, sweet dreams, & nightmares, every night, I would have one Waking up just to contemplate, how to, move the streets, with my, anthems Suffering from success, I'm pocketing, all of my, money & checks Then I'm taking, it back, to invest, In the, business, and a, vest And some strong weed, for my stress, couple cameras, fish lenses Production help, for my standards, little bit of, writers help, for my stanzas Gotta keep, my flows tight, hoping I can, gain height While most, these artist, just bite Its so fabulous, making it easy, for my, action figures Using my raps, to make, actual figures Its no lie n***a, its actual digits Everybody, want to know, my name, now n***as, coming up, been down Really I ain't, really seen your a** round, just a mother f**ing, cash cow (Outro)