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God-Over-Money Time tickin' my time tickin' I ain't even have fries with the Popeyes chicken I ain't even have sides I was high five licking At the crib on the couch with the Wi-Fi tripping Ah, time tickin' time time tickin' I ain't even on the coastline high tide fishing I ain't want to ghost ride but I'm outside whipping On the Northside looking like a Southside Christian What it is what it ain't what it be like Cooking at the crib on a weeknight And I ain't got rocks on the rollie And the slides on I ain't really looking for a street fight Long live the chief yea you heard right The chain looking mighty Young Burg like That mean with a little Trick Trick And slick lift trying to go hard you get held twice Pops said pray for your enemies But Pac said stay from the industry And one gone and one still living One shot to the skies one shot like the Kennedy's So I ain't going to stop for a minute Ain't locked in a prison ain't boxed in the system Putting in the work don't stop with religion Letras de cancionesTake heed to the wise don't stop for tradition Time tickin' my time tickin' I ain't even have fries with the Popeyes chicken I ain't even have sides I was high five licking At the crib on the couch with the Wi-Fi tripping Huh And naw I ain't a rook I'm a veteran You ain't see the red stripes on the letterman It's from being on the block Where the 5's get the 8 And your heads get the butt now you Evelyn And naw I ain't G homie but are you? Cause you carrying a piece you a runner dude Homies rock ski mask during Halloween But that don't really mean they going to run and shoot And I'm a stand firm on my one and two Used to ask Christ homie you the son of who? God, that ain't my fam I ain't running to Turnaround Son of Man I'm the son to do And I ain't got to lie about a fairytale Truth and the world something that don't marry well Swine and the pearls mix that's a char sail Spinning out of control and leading to a scary hell With the fire and the brimstone molding In a pool side blaze and the friend zone open The other high stepper rock flint stone closing The Devil in the goal with the end zone closing Time tickin' my time tickin' uh Time tickin' my time tickin' uh Time tickin' my time tickin' Uuuuhhh God Over Money Uh From Letras Mania