Текст пісні Timer - Kevin Gates

Timer

You gotta bleed that game, let a nigga through
Eat, sleep, shit, and talk it, I don't separate the two
I'ma show you how to get it (Huh), grindin' on the block
I'm a timer, so I had to put diamonds in my watch
That game, summertime, wintertime, hustle
That game, keep artillery for any time, muscle
That game, keep pits in the tunnel by the fence
That game, you know the deal, I ain't runnin' outta shit (My stomach pain)

City of God, I have no socks, kids barefooted
Ass whoopings, surrounded by fast hookers
Sidewalk, nice sneakers, see me in my wifebeater
Shoulder shrug, blow the snub, put you in a white freezer
Base in my city street, four niggas coke dealing
Three of 'em'll go to jail, one of 'em'll step away
Last of a dying breed, mixtape, Kevin Gates
I'll pull a lever on the Desert 'til the metal break
Price on a necklace, ice on my neck and wrist
Will have me in your crib 'round your bitch watchin' naked flicks
Routine transfer, rap niggas call me up
Ghostwrite for ghostwriters, gotta get your order up
Movin' in a Honda, Solara, or Ultima
Gates got an eight long, step aside, semi firin'
Send 'em through your windowsill, tearin' up your mini blinds
Send 'em through they windowsill, nigga better give me mine

You gotta bleed that game, let a nigga through
Eat, sleep, shit, and talk it, I don't separate the two
I'ma show you how to get it (Huh), grindin' on the block
I'm a timer, so I had to put diamonds in my watch
That game, summertime, wintertime, hustle
That game, keep artillery for any time, muscle
That game, keep pits in the tunnel by the fence
That game, you know the deal, I ain't runnin' outta—

Sick and tired of lookin' in the magazine, drop-top Lamborghin'
Every other channel, flat panel on my mantlepiece
Upstairs, sip a lotta lean, 'bout to lounge out
Cameras on the balcony to monitor the townhouse
Living-room table set, wood with a glass top
Glock in the sofa seat, stashed in the stash spot
Nights playin' basketball, dribble on the blacktop
Victim of a stray shot, cripple on the blacktop
I'm a king in the streets, but you niggas 'bout to doubt it
In the end you'll see, ain't no fuckin' doubt about it
I know this probably ain't the right thing to tell a child
Catch you stealin' and I still'll pump a shell in y'all
I'm from a different state (What's that?), different state of mind
I'ma die 'cause ain't no nigga takin' mine
Weight on the plate, stick eights in your face
Leave you lyin' in the shade by the cage with a chain, Gates

You gotta bleed that game, let a nigga through
Eat, sleep, shit, and talk it, I don't separate the two
I'ma show you how to get it (Huh), grindin' on the block
I'm a timer, so I had to put diamonds in my watch
That game, summertime, wintertime, hustle
That game, keep artillery for any time, muscle
That game, keep pits in the tunnel by the fence
That game, you know the deal, I ain't runnin' outta shit

Steppin' out the match, it's gats on the corner
Quick to shoot somethin' like craps on the corner
I'm tryna get it right like dope, open the lock
Then throw coke in the pot and blow, closin' the shop