What a Time

[Intro]

Brrah

[Chorus]

We don't wanna live by the rules

Sound the hunting, I ain't no good for you

My phone made me buy big money

Tryna wash my mind

Put a time, put a time

(Yeah, yeah, body)

Put a time, put a time

[Verse 1]

Distracted in every facet

Bread from a casket, I won't shuck and jive for no master

Boy, I owe my masters

How you feedin' poison to the masses?

Liquor stores and fast food, we dine over fashion

This ain't no American dream, gave us American pie

I sliced it up for the team, they hate when you makе it out

And you look just like me, a black messiah

Clip your wings whеn you sayin' here to lead, look

How you make me follow law when I'm not human?

Three-fifths of a man is what you wrote in constitutions, look

In the words of Hampton, I'm the revolution

No CO or TELCO can stop this movement

Forcing needles on us, Takiki experiment, recon on us

It's gon' be alive long as I'm speaking on it

Since we teaching on it, I'm a radical, I stand for the people

Can't no amount of money make me deceive them, oh yeah

[Chorus]

We don't wanna live by the rules

Sound the hunting, I ain't no good for you

My phone made me buy big money

Tryna wash my mind

For the time, for the time, for the time

[Verse 2]

I'm the last real rapper since Curtis Jackson, perhaps 'cause y'all done killed them all

Dillers even mixed Mac Miller pack with the fentanyl

Your body is my wonderland

Me and my lady vibin' and Ed Sheeran, floggin' them damn Karens

Me and Courtney, we called us the Gifted Gab

Union And Roly Diamonds too cloudy to be this transparent

That street sweeper get the light and then pray you the janitor

That speech flippin' with enlightenin' fatal pentameter

I keep livin' to give life to your fable for amateurs

I robbed a dealer at the roulette table for gamblers

I leave dick in your mother

Mary, you may wanna come clean

You may end up related to J. Rule The Damager

I put the journey in gurneys like the return of Isley

Lies and sermons and ivies internalize me

Burnin' rivalries, God's return from my urn of ivory

Lighty and Hermes from the Turner Diary

I got headless rappers buried at my address

I got Virgil ashes gettin' married on my lap desk

Depression is refreshing, accept it as my sadness

Happiness is a blessing, a method to my madness

[Chorus]

We don't wanna live by the rules

Sound the hunting, I ain't no good for you

My phone made me buy big money

Tryna wash my mind

All the time, all the time, all the time