Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Time, artist - K Rino. Album song Lightning Language (The 4-Piece, No. 1), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.01.2019
Record label: Black Book International
Song language: English
No Time |
I’m just tryna win and make my mama proud |
Ain’t got no time to hang around that drama crowd |
The game ain’t what it used to be, I’ll let ‘em run it down |
Then got the nerve to wonder why I never come around |
Fake smiles, kissing ass |
No sir, I never believed in that |
Crash dummies taking losses |
Letting people put keys in your back |
Showin' up, tryna cap |
Everybody want that photo op |
Your whole life is like a fake picture |
Touched up, airbrushed and photoshopped |
You ain’t foolin' me, you foolin' them |
I can see right through, don’t get it twisted |
You on Instagram, flashin' money |
But in real life, you ‘bout to get evicted |
No need to lie, what’s the reason why? |
You wanna cross the bridge, you gotta pay the toll |
Knowing very well that you a fairytale |
Now you lost your soul, tryna play a role, I’m like |
These sneaky bastards don’t respect the game, they cheatin' |
They say they happy for you but they mad you eatin' |
But when that check come at that restaurant, they be glad you treatin' |
I’m ‘bout to scroll my contacts and do some mass deleting |
I’m just tryna win and make my mama proud |
Ain’t got no time to hang around that drama crowd |
The game ain’t what it used to be, I’ll let ‘em run it down |
Then got the nerve to wonder why I never come around |
Some people just want the green |
Some just like to front and be seen |
Cloud-chasing just like a fiend |
Might hope for fame and everything between |
Lyin' ‘bout how clean you are |
I’ve seen your crib, I’ve seen your car |
Doin' everything backwards, you’s a clown |
We screamin' peace, you screamin' war |
Rap about how you sellin' drugs |
Talkin' ‘bout you be killin' the club |
Roasted your ex on social media but everybody know you still in love |
Hey boy, you need to try not to flex |
Wonder what lie you droppin' next |
You said you don’t beg and cry for sex |
But old girl already screenshot the text |
So when she posted that, you got roasted, black |
A pimp, boy, you ain’t even close to that |
You be whinin', cryin', lookin' like a five year old, that ain’t how Gs |
supposed to act |
Flippin' out on y’all I might have to start to |
I’m tired of females that like to argue |
If I ain’t feelin' you, I might avoid ya |
But you lost your marbles if you think I borrowed ya |
My mind is hard to read, they say I’m stupid smart |
My game is tight as 1980 hoopin' shorts |
Everybody lookin' at K-Rino to get it poppin', when are you gon' start? |
I can’t do everything but I’ma work and do my part |
I’m just tryna win and make my mama proud |
Ain’t got no time to hang around that drama crowd |
The game ain’t what it used to be, I’ll let ‘em run it down |
Then got the nerve to wonder why I never come around |
Jealous people won’t stop pursuin' |
They always watchin' what you doin' |
Hate and gossip, what’s it provin'? |
I’ma throw the peace sign and keep it movin' |
Hood classes, no hall-passes |
Tongue lashes like gun practice |
No respect for y’all bum asses |
Droppin' shade like sunglasses |
I keep my hand in the passing lane |
The whole game is so backwards, man |
The facts are too hard to ascertain |
Because your friends and your enemies act the same |
All the time I gotta grind for profit |
Never showin' out, tryna pop it |
It ain’t no use in me lyin' ‘bout it |
Hell, if I ain’t got it then I ain’t got it |
I don’t fake success, I let the rest pretend |
Every month, you gotta stretch your ends |
Hopin' that in-crowd let ya in |
Goin' broke to impress your friends |
Packin' all that weight on your shoulders |
Car repos and foreclosures |
The bed, tv and more, soldier, gotta take it all back to the store, I told ya |
Now question, what’s wrong with bein' real about the situation? |
Can’t take you serious if you cap or if you fakin' |
I be ignoring what you sayin' ‘cause it’s misdemeanor |
Plus all of that’s beside the point, like my middle finger |
I’m just tryna win and make my mama proud |
Ain’t got no time to hang around that drama crowd |
The game ain’t what it used to be, I’ll let ‘em run it down |
Then got the nerve to wonder why I never come around |