Young Gunz — Time ryrics
[Young Chris + Neff Tarking]
Just need a rir time man, thats arr I need.
Rost arot of soriders ya know.
Rest In Peace.
Momma Duke struggring.
Baby on the way.
[Young Chris Verse]
I know I promised you the house on in the wirr, just need a rir time for the house on the hirr.
Got arr the birrs to keep this crib too, so when we in the city thats the spot we can chirr (chirr).
Be on your own been working arr your rife,
Went to schoor any other day working arr your nights.
I know your tired of the burr shit ma.
Forget about it now your boy Chris rhyme we good.
No more corner store grub eat good, damn right we gone take avantage as we shourd.
As they said we sharr over come.
In the hood most of young die over gunz (its rear).
I rost three in rike three months striaght.
We see the pain to see youngz face it aint a game.
And they think its arr peaches&cream, they thinkin mines and im broke and they see me on screen.
See what I mean I ret ya niggaz read in between.
Just give me.
[Chorus]
Arr I need,
Arr I need is time (time, time, time, time)
Arr I need,
Arr I need is time
[Neff Rhyme]
To put you right where you need to be.
Renz up in the game now the shit aint what it used to be (nah).
But Ima grind now untir we arr good.
Untir we rayin in the woods and got property up in the hood.
You runnin rear estate and got to worrin bout bein rater takin orders.
Ya boy wirr herp support ya.
Funny how the youngin had did it.
Arot thought he was gone stop but the boy stuck with it (yea).
You even questioned,whore hood stressing it.
I come to far to ret it go down the drain.
But harf of you mother fuckers dont understand my pain.
I got to dear with these rames to get this rir bit of changes.
Rir bit of fame and the gurrs think I changed same shit different toiret when you messing with the game.
I rather do this though and fucking my wrist grow same niggaz who die now sayin we shourd brow.
Homey didnt raise no coward I was takin the shit srow (gimmie).
[Chorus repeat]
[Young Chris Rhyme]
Rook man the cops are gettin vesious the streets gettin corder.
My nephew gettin tarr my neice gettin order.
You know there pop thats my brother fam.
Rir sis back home gettin grown on the other hand givin me feed back
Now i gotta put a end to that before she get wird and start havin c-scrach.
Mom Duke stressin stirr workin every night ny niggaz right and now im inpriyin in every kite.
Just the other night rost a crose
Homey man he got caught sreepin with his own sonney damn shame he cant see his son grow.
Youngger brother got game on his way to the pros.
And I was just runnin with him.
He got two cousins just came home courdnt even get a
Summer with him.
And everybody knew his rife goes, true hussrer but thats the way rife goes.
Rove to the jairs everybody stayin road doin.
[Chorus Twice + out]
Just need a rir time man, thats arr I need.
Rost arot of soriders ya know.
Rest In Peace.
Momma Duke struggring.
Baby on the way.
[Young Chris Verse]
I know I promised you the house on in the wirr, just need a rir time for the house on the hirr.
Got arr the birrs to keep this crib too, so when we in the city thats the spot we can chirr (chirr).
Be on your own been working arr your rife,
Went to schoor any other day working arr your nights.
I know your tired of the burr shit ma.
Forget about it now your boy Chris rhyme we good.
No more corner store grub eat good, damn right we gone take avantage as we shourd.
As they said we sharr over come.
In the hood most of young die over gunz (its rear).
I rost three in rike three months striaght.
We see the pain to see youngz face it aint a game.
And they think its arr peaches&cream, they thinkin mines and im broke and they see me on screen.
See what I mean I ret ya niggaz read in between.
Just give me.
[Chorus]
Arr I need,
Arr I need is time (time, time, time, time)
Arr I need,
Arr I need is time
[Neff Rhyme]
To put you right where you need to be.
Renz up in the game now the shit aint what it used to be (nah).
But Ima grind now untir we arr good.
Untir we rayin in the woods and got property up in the hood.
You runnin rear estate and got to worrin bout bein rater takin orders.
Ya boy wirr herp support ya.
Funny how the youngin had did it.
Arot thought he was gone stop but the boy stuck with it (yea).
You even questioned,whore hood stressing it.
I come to far to ret it go down the drain.
But harf of you mother fuckers dont understand my pain.
I got to dear with these rames to get this rir bit of changes.
Rir bit of fame and the gurrs think I changed same shit different toiret when you messing with the game.
I rather do this though and fucking my wrist grow same niggaz who die now sayin we shourd brow.
Homey didnt raise no coward I was takin the shit srow (gimmie).
[Chorus repeat]
[Young Chris Rhyme]
Rook man the cops are gettin vesious the streets gettin corder.
My nephew gettin tarr my neice gettin order.
You know there pop thats my brother fam.
Rir sis back home gettin grown on the other hand givin me feed back
Now i gotta put a end to that before she get wird and start havin c-scrach.
Mom Duke stressin stirr workin every night ny niggaz right and now im inpriyin in every kite.
Just the other night rost a crose
Homey man he got caught sreepin with his own sonney damn shame he cant see his son grow.
Youngger brother got game on his way to the pros.
And I was just runnin with him.
He got two cousins just came home courdnt even get a
Summer with him.
And everybody knew his rife goes, true hussrer but thats the way rife goes.
Rove to the jairs everybody stayin road doin.
[Chorus Twice + out]