Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Another Time , by - DJ EFNRelease date: 02.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Another Time |
| I don’t want nothin' from none of y’all |
| All handouts, no let ups |
| I don’t need nothin' from none of y’all |
| Matter fact, y’all got me fed up |
| See I’m from another time |
| I’m from another time |
| I’m from another time |
| I’m from another time |
| Live from Staten Island, black battin' a thousand |
| On cash in a flash, call me Barry Allen |
| Slick fashion is sick, you know daddy’s stylin' |
| Niggas take cheap shots like it was happy hour |
| The talkin' is dead, it’s all for the bread |
| Even if the nigga cool still it’s off with the head |
| Never back down warrior bred |
| Rappers claimin' they hot, I leave ‘em cold in the coroner’s bed |
| It’s the fifth brother, sick brother, pimp spitter with the grip rubber |
| Niggas hatin' you bitch lovers |
| INS, Your Highness, scientist mind design the fly shit |
| Speakin' of which, rewind this |
| Verbal intercourse, get off, go get your boss |
| Skywalker, how I hit ‘em with force, still |
| Killa Killa Hill and I’ll die reppin' |
| Will Smith with the flow, I am Legend |
| See I’m from another time |
| I’m from another time |
| I’m from another time |
| I’m from another time |
| Me and the squad used to fuck up troops |
| While you clowns played duck, duck, goose |
| We don’t shoot in the air, we sit ‘em down like musical chairs |
| The shooters is here, fashion statement, Ruger the gear |
| I Buddha with peers, my classmates let the macs quake |
| Until you holey like a goalie hockey mask face |
| Flame torsos, we spray four O’s |
| You rather get attacked by cane corso |
| I never let up (never) uniformed in the same getup |
| You fallin' for the same setup |
| Gettin' lured into my crazy hood |
| They say it’s good and rob ya, you get your whole frame wet up |
| For tryna cop a little smoke and get smoked |
| No empathy for the rich folks, they pitch coke |
| To suburbanites all about the murder life |
| It’s murder city, you heard it right, Detroit right |
| See I’m from another time |
| I’m from another time |
| I’m from another time |
| I’m from another time |
| I got stripes like a Foot Locker uniform |
| You half donkey, half bird, like a unicorn |
| You a Pegasus, similar terms my dude |
| That means you hella bitch — Fizzy Wo' said this |
| All that gang shit you poppin' is irrelevant |
| I got some shit that’ll knock down the elephants |
| Sole survivor of the crack house tenement |
| Hood resident, stuck in my element |
| The realest chapter that was ever wrote |
| Worldwide head nod offer pure dope |
| Sycronized, oozin' eyes off of slick quotes |
| They religiously follow me like the Pope |
| So I ain’t sweatin' the flossin', rap off-springs |
| Could never be Billy Danze, do that underball sting |
| I’m the hardest nigga to spit it, I get it how I get it |
| And get it how I live it, it’s vivid, you can’t fuck with it |
| I don’t want nothin' from none of y’all |
| All handouts, no let ups |
| I don’t need nothin' from none of y’all |
| Matter fact, y’all got me fed up |
| See I’m from another time |
| I’m from another time |
| I’m from another time |
| I’m from another time |