H.A.W.K. - Only Tyme Will Tale lyrics

Clientele increasing swiftly, from a G to a ki Living millionaires dream, that my eyes can see Dead End we leave you blinded, I'm erasing these boys Cause I'm a self made n***a, playing with automatic toys Living lavish is a habit, currency 'cross the ocean H-A-Dub-K and Dead End B.G.'s, a deadly potion Only time'll tell, the platinum records we grabbing it Two kilos in my cabinet, lyrically we ain't having it Don't give a f** about haters, and all the hell that I run from Make money's my national anthem, a lyrical temper tantrum Straight balling no dope cases, leave bills with inflated faces We G's we on the rise, for moving round to vacant spaces [Hook: x2] Only time will tell, lace your game and don't slack up Ride till I die, if I fall get right back up Living lavish is a habit, pumping strictly for the cabbage Making music's where we headed, thinking thoed and trying to have it [Verse 2:] My back against the wall, I ain't got sh** to lose Is it greed or green, that keep me making these moves Hit the block with precision, and chop it up like confetti I go to the extreme, to keep my pockets laced with feddy Hard times got a young n***a currency chasing Cause only time will tell, if twenty to life is what I'm facing On these drug infested streets, I had to hustle and grind It just took a lil' time, for me to bubble up and shine Drought season, got a motherf**er clutching this nine It itching with hollow tips, to rupture a n***a spine It ain't hard to see, that we done hopped on the grind The Dead End baby gangsta, gon leave all you b**hes blind [Verse 3:] Situations get sticky, me and haters go heads up My n***az get bruised up, so my glock done co*ked up Pumping strictly for cabbage, I got birds flying in my attic Pots boiling like acid, it's time to whoop up some magic Heads turning like wheels, when we hit the intersection B.G. wrecking your ears, cause we screaming Dead End Texas Or looking like mouth ailing, records sales are sailing Lyrical smoke got me inhaling, masterplan investments My road to riches is where I'm headed, mix fast to stack my feddy Boy time tellers we ain't ready, earth calm down we done left it painted Ask Lil' Kay it's a must, to live ghetto fabulous Dead End B.G.'s we dangerous, a whole damn mob couldn't f** with us [Hook x2] [H.A.W.K.:] Thinking thoed trying to have it, pumping hard for my cabbage Living lavish is a habit, Dead End savage trying to grab it Gotta smash these 48 bars, got choose by superstars Wearing fatigues to camoflauge ain't no stopping my enterouge Seek to charge and get the do', I want all to hit the flo' Step to this square if you want some mo', better beware of this danger flow With my toll mo' money mo', take the war like G.I. Joe Yeah I might be a a**hole, f** with our cash flow Use my mic's to make the scrill, caps got peeled blood got spilled On that chase for big pay bills, sitting higher than a hill