Faster Than Tiime

[Verse One: Dre Robinson] So now they call us pioneers Remember fresh out the jungle? Hittin the launch pad like the lion here Dre the truth, ain't no lyin there I'm a beast like Eli, in my city I'm a Giant there Kept writin and rectin like my time was near Movin at a fast pace, I ain't had no time to spare The total package - my kind is rare Had labels showin me dotted lines like, Sign it here So my time is here The flow cold like sittin outside in the winter on a iron chair Still street, so I always got the iron near And the goons too, I'm a goon too F. Crew from the womb to the tomb, duke Be a star - that I was groomed to Watch how the boy shine Red lights and road blocks'll never stop how the boy grind [Hook: Slaine] I tell you nothin moves faster than time It never stops or slows down at all All my best friends and enemies, I don't know them at all No more, no more, no more, no more I tell you nothin moves faster than time It never stops or slows down at all So I guess I should fall back but I ain't got nowhere to fall No more, no more, no more [Verse Two: DL] This is the last rhyme I'm ever settings Sick of competin with the kids with skinny jeans and jeggins All of my life I tried to write the creative blessing But it seems God ain't respondin to my endless textin It's okay though, I'm a warrior with my daddy's spirit I spit with the intensity, so my daddy'll hear it Splittin image and inherited the hustle spirit ( ? ) coins still collectin, ain't quite cleared it The bank account is WeightWatcher, refuse to get chunky As a result I don't waste my words to promote my money I ain't got it, put all my focus into my project Heart and soul, fuck goin gold, but would like a profit Take a penny, leave a penny, call it exposition Hollywood dreamin off my little bitty composition I write with the Passion of Christ, I'm nice on my Gibson Trust and believe in myself when no one else didn't [Hook] [Verse Three: Slaine] It's been a lotta years, man I came a long way I close my eyes and feel those days when the song plays Been up in the hallway, damn I went the wrong way I was on a mission, wouldn't listen to what moms say Fuck it, why would he? In the streets I would ( ? ) Where if you speak to me wrong you would get beat till you're bloody Now your speakers are bumpy cause when when my sneakers are cruddy I had this unkillable dream of maybe reachin somebody My features like my father but with different creatures, I'm ugly And ( ? ) the dark secrets of the creeps and the druggies My therapist says I'm reachin for people to love me But my spirit's full of feelings, so fuck a therapist And my heir is just coming of age I remember bein with Dre and Daniel spittin hungry young on the stage I wrote these lyrics cause I had somethin I wanted to say I thank the Lord that I'm honored this way