[Intro]
Looks like we need a murder season
Fuck a drought, this an earning season
Bayyybehhhh
[Verse 1]
It's the best of times, the worst of times
How can I complain when I'm living fine?
Need more acres, more millions
More campaigns with no ceilings
More real niggas, less frauds
Raise more hell but more God
More familiar, stay odd
Hard times are great but times hard
Nigga, times like this, I won't chase the white
Times like this, I won't think to write
Times like this, I wanna keep to myself
Turn off my phone, stay in all night
Times like this, I flip moods and swerve
Ignore that call, won't screw that girl
Money ain't right, respect too low
I gotta show these niggas how to rule the world
When you built like Xerxes...
Take everything in me not to hurt these...
Niggas, don't have to lay a hand on 'em
I know my business well, I'ma work these
Fitness this dick in ya bitch
That's why she got the membership, working on her burpees
Treat me like a slurpee, she'll never curve me
Niggas never hurt me or serve me, outverse me
And I was thinking bout stopping, just chasing a check
Drive by ya bitch, try to break her neck
All these dimebag rappers trying to play connect
It's still mine for the taking, I ain't take it yet
My nigga used to dabble, upon his return
Trying to put the pieces back together like scrabble
Magazine on the mantle, read the situation
Don't have to put an album out here to go platinum!
[Chorus]
Bout time to go and bring the code back
Yeah I'm bout to go and bring vogues back
Time to stop talking, just show that
Cause real shit starting to feel like a throwback
On the hush, I'm the man in the city
Ruth & Chris out of state, was spam in the city
Work the plan in the city til they tired
Niggas and bitches ain't real, they liars
Oh it's time
Bout time to go and bring the code back
Yeah I'm bout to go and bring vogues back
Guess I gotta hit the kitchen, bring roles back
When the fuck Meech had to bring the load back?
Top down in the winter, I'm a real life winner
Topped off by a slimmy with a body like a pin-up
Said they raised the bar, but I'm ready for the chin up
By any means, I'm the one to get the ends up
[Verse 2]
I'ma have to go and bring the code back
I'ma have to go and bring vogues back
Guess I gotta hit the kitchen, bring the roles back
When the fuck Meech had to bring the load back?
No billboards, neither, just convos
I don't have to overdo it, head honcho
Had a line of young niggas wanna rock with me
I ain't seek niggas out, they'd flock to me
That's what you call, real recognize
But the shit I had planned ain't actualize
So, regroup, reload, reshoot it
It's Paramount for me to make a new movie
Same lead nigga, no co-stars
No co-d's, they not taking no co-charge
All credit due, when that credit is you
You get it back in interest when you let it accrue
Death before dishonor, you ain't gotta wonder
Stood with my nigga, waiting to be outnumbered
Got fam that forgot who was at Smiley Circle
I hear I love you but disrespect non-verbal
I been working miracles and living on a wish
Trying to do this money like Jesus did the fish
Ignorant shit, ignorance is bliss
Need to smarten up so you can get it like this
[Chorus]
Bout time to go and bring the code back
Yeah I'm bout to go and bring vogues back
Time to stop talking, just show that
Cause real shit starting to feel like a throwback
On the hush, I'm the man in the city
Ruth & Chris out of state, was spam in the city
Work the plan in the city til they tired
Niggas and bitches ain't real, they liars
Oh it's time
Bout time to go and bring the code back
Yeah I'm bout to go and bring vogues back
Guess I gotta hit the kitchen, bring roles back
When the fuck Meech had to bring the load back?
Top down in the winter, I'm a real life winner
Topped off by a slimmy with a body like a pin-up
Said they raised the bar, but I'm ready for the chin up
By any means, I'm the one to get the ends up
