UntilNextTime

[Verse 1] Forgotten lies, retarded rumors The past graph all my niggas just prosecute it The persecuted, product of soul music Niggas I never call, call out patootis After oprah with my war in London she's a watcher I mean to look her, but all I do is watch her Can't stop her from buying all kind of flashy watches She's convicted with all the shit we got a lot in common Sex, drugs and junkies didn't know that time is money Be advised to take a piece you gotta take it from me Fighting as I facilitate a whole country You looking like a type to leave a niggas hungry Goons carrying salt on, some marijuana I try to call 'em off but they live for the trauma Truth is the true an officer shoot and bother Niggas love their mama, you acting like their father He used to be the guy that hooked 'em right away with Kesha Yeah, she caught 'em fucking on the easter sunday Like the reborn, the wild hater Refrigerator broke, but we still eating Fast food produce a faster hole Some of them stretching left that ass exposed We laughing, we celebrating now she toast Baby see to '98, can we go Still serenade my love for you Just a dancer, but daddy wanted a little lawyer Cut from her campus stroll got some clear vodka Shots for the happy hour, yeah Dead presidents to represent a right to shower Turn up a little louder [Verse 2] My skin tougher, my temper cool Not in the liquor but finna take me a sip of lood The real nigga, all the real niggas I got them realize they couldn't be with us My drank he drank, we had the greatest friendship Feel like shit cause I ain't talked to him every minute I mean months, who the fuck I'm kidding He was definitely getting really wet and winning All the pieces of the puzzle missing He underground, nothing done, not forgiven Train hard for the darkest feelings Playing chess in the park, hear the park a sinner We forget the things to remember The way we fall in and break but never think to linger To the women I take in the ghetto To have a little sex but then never committing They know the day I die, the day that I'm quitting You wouldn't last a day in a nigga position My unusual nigga appearance Fake niggas taking turns with their terms of endearment To Bigga Fi and my brother Josiah I give thanks for the blessings you brothers provided Had to tell my daughter keep her page private They don't always wanted if you always hide it Exercise your mind and your kids ain't excited Don't let an ignorant nigga ever think he's entitled Try get the paper on spin cycle You dirty niggas need to invest start a dial Young nigga know when you're back in time Give me my respect and give me back my style Give me my respect and give me back my style