Bout Time (feat. Glover) Video (MV)

Pull round the corner in Bessie Mae
Fungus blowing out the window in broad day
I ain't harmin' a fly bae, but this "Cherry Pie", might just have you on your face
Penny pinching in Marc Jake
Bussin' down the BnB for the parlay
Free my men from the Parkway
Trigga happy tryn' forget all them dark days
Ain' no better than them
Couch to couching ain't no better than sleeping in the pin
But a nigga sleepless with the pen
So I ain't frontin', know I'm saying something in the end
Pay me something on the end
Or I ain' sayin' nothing throw this shit off in the wind
Lounge 11, with the Timbs, or RAW Denim, it depends
Dressin' like a champ
Gahdamn
They say that young nigga drip like the Zham Zham
They say that young nigga flip it like Van Dam
They goin' say what they goin' say, 'cuz water selling more than water and air fam
Same money, different plays
Sharpshooter with 30; Curry verses, cooked with the right hand
Working harder than Rodriguez, but still could kick it with the Patterson's
So I fell in love with Josephine... from the "Garden State" and now I'm down bad
But a young nigga goin' do what it do
So back to your regular schedule
Southern twang; how the locals do
Beast Coast niggas
Competition getting thinner
Might just head on the West Side
Berrywood opened up, filled with yuck
I'm in flight, don't wan' end up like I'm Left Eye
Need the products, know I got 'em
Hunnid verses make me profit bitch, I'm the Best Buy
Who the best guy? Can't impress mine
I'm the one, best tryn to defend my
Constantly altering aura
This part of my story done altered to horror
Life movin' fast
Ain't no game, this ain't Forza
Need cash, can't afford the assortment of orders that sit on the menu
Won't ask for a dime
Can't beg for quarter
Feel like I'm in debt
To half of the world
Being black a disorder
The sun is still yellow, so keep looking forward
My niggas got problems? We handle them cordial, but still could destroy you
I give you my two sense, and I'm not talking oils I'm not talking dollars
These niggas is pollo, and I'm calienté
Boy you should know so
And please don't take photos
Mi casa and yo home, two different ozones
Please step out of my booth, pack it up, put yo coat on
'And nigga just go home
Boy aidioso
Them 40 days and 40 nights, I cried
Them 40 days and 40 nights, I died
From them 40 ways and 40 paths I tried
They don't fill the void, just commandeer my pride
Hop in the ride
Hop in the ride
Hop in the ride
Oh, I was down for the ride
Till the wheels fell off
Whether shallow or high tide, when the feeling right, then I ain' givin' up
Type of shit that flip your perspective when you ain't lookin' up
Type of shit that I call it quits whenever I'm feeling stuck
Type of shit I'm overprotective of when I'm feelin her
Because if you get to close you'll fall, that's word to Icarus
Bu's (Bambu's) with funnel residual when times was tough
Age is gettin up and my Momma tryna get rid of a..
(A) nigga's brothers distant, and Poppa steady forgettin' or
Maybe I should take it back to the river and f*ckin' jump
Back flippin' you know a nigga goin' f*ckin' stunt
Beast Coast niggas
Competition getting thinner
Might just head on the West Side
Berrywood opened up, filled with yuck
I'm in flight, don't wan' end up like I'm Left Eye
Need the products, know I got 'em
Hunnid verses make me profit bitch, I'm the Best Buy
Who the best guy? Can't impress mine
I'm the one, best tryn to defend my