Time Killers Song Lyrics
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Song:– Time Killers
Singer:– ScHoolboy Q
Album:– BLUE LIPS
Producer:– Uzimaki, TaeBeast, Mario Luciano, Jason Wool & ScHoolboy Q
Written:– ScHoolboy Q
Label:– Interscope Records & Top Dawg Entertainment
Time Killers Lyrics ScHoolboy Q
[Intro]
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah
Yeah
Huh
Yeah
([?] none of that shit)
On God
Uh, yeah
[Verse]
Wake up, I’m on the night shift, don’t do me wrong
Pull up, I need my sidekick, come get me on
On, on, turn me on
Slow down, follow the process, I’m in the zone
One umbrella, two pairs come, you play your rose
Euros, really I’m out here, I’m in the pros
Black man made it the hard way, he think he hov
So mad looking at my shit, it could be yours
911 fuck a black folk, I got the Porsche
Two time felon, behind the gates it’s a resort
Gotta watch for these devils, they see your shit and get control
Careful on that road, dumb lil’ nigga getting low on what he owe
While I’m doing what he don’t, ’til then free the locs
Another rapper turn joke (Joke)
Another so-so (Goddman, homie)
Please let it go (Let it go)
Uh
God bless that, move from the past (Ay)
Nine million, all cash, hmm (Ay)
It’s like my overtime flash (Ballin’)
Fuck it, she satisfied, yes (Oh my)
Break it off the side
No secret, I’m on the road
They played you, now with us
Money do cartwheels back flippin’ gold
I don’t take advice from with no hoes
You talk so much, you’s the hoe
I live rent-free, boy y’all controlled
I need four commas (Money, fuck zeroes)
Oh, oh, oh-oh (Su, su, su, suu)
Wake up, hop out the phone booth, I’m on the way
Grew up on Figueroa street, I saw the play
Lil bo’ scrawny for sure was catching fades
Raised by all women and still I never caved
Took it three times, extended from greatness, I just play
Whole lotta brave, rent by the slaves
Stole everybody name so white Jesus on the chain
I feel proud when it hangs
Try to hide from the fame and still came with a bang
I’m a Figg turned a black cloud to a flame
I’m a big wheelin’, stomach full, mouth full of pape
It was God, give a lil’ took it too far
I’m a lone star, street smart and I’m book smart
That’s the dumb part, uh, yeah
Look at my report card
Boy, supposed to hit the four yard
A man supposed to have scars (Ayy)
Nigga, it ain’t that hard
When I’m groovin’ in the NASCAR
To Hoover street, I’m Mozart
Boy livin’ on a postcard
Smooth steerin’ for the hard R
Fuck y’all (Mind)
[Outro]
Yeah
Thought I was crazy
Haha, it’s like I was cra—
I was crazy
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