Lyrics Make Time - Stro

Make Time

Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Okay
When the shit lit, they be tryna be down (They be tryna be down)
Ayy, they be tryna be down (Yeah)
But when the shit dead, they like «Skrr, we out» (They like «Skrr»)
Ayy, they like «Skrr, we out»
Everybody wanna win, everybody wanna shine ('Body wanna shine)
Want what I got?
Tell a nigga get in line (Yeah)
When the schedule clear, they paid me no mind (Uh)
But lately, I been hella hard to find
They like «Can you make time?»
«Can you make time?
Can you make time?»
I’ve been all on my grind
All on my grind, goin' out of my mind
I know you gon' play games like Atari
Different book, same story
'Cause when I’m down they ignore me, yeah
I gotta get it, make 'em sorry
Okay
Can’t stop, won’t stop, addicted to the fast life
Bitch, I got another hit, I just wrote it last night
You don’t got the juice when you pour it, get your glass right
Punchlines, they gotta connect, or it’s a bad fight
We in the ring, competin' for more zeros (Yeah)
Hoe I’m from the villain, I ain’t got no heroes (Uh)
Most of these niggas be robbin'
And doublin' news for packin' the twos
But back in the days, they was
You said the rules, I’m in the stu' cookin'
Whippin' up some work for your LP
Soundplay, that’s uncool and I of me
Is this a trick?
When you down they don’t be down (They don’t be down)
When the circle get lit, all these squares wanna be 'round (They wanna be
'round)
When you catch a break, they might tangle ya (Yeah)
They pledge allegiance to the clout, start
That’s why I move how I move, I ain’t lookin' for no friends
Wasn’t here from the beginning, but you with me for the end, son
And only few people that I ride with (That I ride with)
I can’t treat my dreams like
Niggas be flippin' on you like a sidekick
Whole game, always watch this
They like «Can you make time?»
«Can you make time?
Can you make time?»
I’ve been all on my grind
All on my grind, goin' out of my mind
I know you gon' play games like Atari
Different book, same story
'Cause when I’m down they ignore me, yeah
I gotta get it, make 'em sorry
Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
I get zero rings on the cellular (Cellular)
Shawty be my coat, she think I’m regular (She think I’m regular)
Ask «Can I hit?», she like «Never, uh» (Never)
Tyler Days, with the ways, gotta step it up (Yeah)
I got a couple of different visions, tryna bring to life (Life)
Money goes, anything under six O’s, that ain’t livin' right (Uh-uh)
How they go from sleepin' on me to tryna spend the night?
, y’all be gettin'
They see my pockets style now they gettin' hyped (Now they hyped)
Tryna get mixy with the squad, that’s a red stripe (No, no)
She used to be like «Ew,» when I texted
Now she like corono, 'cause she be actin' extra (She actin' extra)
Bars 'bout to take 'em to the other level (Yeah)
Gettin' to the money by the minute need a bezel (Yeah)
In the struggle, wasn’t no buildin' so I had to let go (Yeah)
Got my weight up now they sayin' hello
They like «Can you make time?»
«Can you make time?
Can you make time?»
I’ve been all on my grind
All on my grind, goin' out of my mind
I know you gon' play games like Atari
Different book, same story
'Cause when I’m down they ignore me, yeah
I gotta get it, make 'em sorry