Z-ro - Too Much Time lyrics

[Hook x2:] Playa I spent too much time, on my grind Trying to shine, just to let y'all take it away So if you thinking I'm all games, pull a number sign your name I'ma make, you a believer today [Kevo:] Y'all know me, Fever n***a say it with authority And getting cake, is my top priority Please check the name, I send heat through your arteries Now get it right, look b**h ain't a part of me I never been that cat, to running up from a n***a I work my H-P with ease, I'ma dump on you n***a They try to box me in, and keep me contained You can't out-hustle this hustler, so your work is in vein Kevin is quick, to act a fool Look go 'head if you want kid, and I'ma leave your forehead retractable My common sense, is script at all But you won't know, until your frontal lobe hit the wall and you fall You wanna play with a gorilla, I hope you ready You got some size twelve balls, b**h I hope they heavy Look it's swallow ten razors, or die by my hands Cause once you duct taped to that chair, you will comply with my plans [Hook x2] [Kevo:] Like Everclear, I'm a hundred and once percent with gats Let the iron recline back, and put a roof in your hat Call me, Mr. Come Clap sh** Fake hustlers get fired and retired, for their pissy-poor tactics Y'all got, the game backwards Look ain't no Emmys around here, we releasing shots at you ba*tards I lead the South in a**ists, and shots in the paint How do you plan to stop something, that you know that you can't Squeezing triggas, is a hobby But if I have to go to the trunk y'all n***az f**ed, I'm bout to hide the lobby My team is full of riders, off in the three Blowing on trees switching V's, kid is where you gon find us Cause my background, is filthy Look the streets'll see me in a bodybag, before they see me plead guilty If you a rider, let me see your guns But if you acting and you ain't packing, playa come up off your funds [Hook x2] [Kevo:] Understand, I'm the moniacle overheated supplier Who bust and bury the nine at you, n***az who think you got it all I know chemistry, figgas factors and symmetry Some say I deliberately, force hustlers to play the wall We them cats, with Cardier's for wrist bands Sixes with a kickstand, sitting on fans The problem solver man, Fever stay strapped with Eight at all times, yes thugs armed on blocks with Eight at all times, so don't f** with me Fake a** Suge Knights, y'all all chumps to me I came too far to fall off, or go back n***a I'm in the gun range hitting numbers, on your throwback n***a [Hook x2]