Time & Place

Ayo, you ain’t ready
For all that so fall back, keep acting
Waiting for a callback, and you a tall cat
Who’s scared to shoot and pass the ball back
Stay out of the paint, no type of contact
But talking reckless like you pack a long gat
Every song and track like you’re the Don of Rap
I go beyond the facts when it comes to a rhyme
The cover up is always worse than the crime
Assess mine in less time, Edo for the green
Like key lime, I be fine, weed grind
Through the grime of them Boston blocks
Where life don’t cost a lot
Real shots get offered hot, you’d better run, not jog or trot
One must not get caught in a thug spot
Where every nigga got a mug shot
And fake dudes get jooked in their soft spot
‘Cause there’s a time and place
I know you want to grind and chase
And shine your face
But first you gotta find your space
I ain’t got time to waste
«I don’t waste time»
«Understand what I’m saying?»
«Give me a minute and it’s over»
I don’t believe in make believe
You naive, nah work, go on sick leave
With a notion that’s preconceived
I go to battles with the medals I achieved on my sleeve
Anyone impedes, please
Good deeds get outdone by bad ones
Young got blades and magnums
Kick and drag ‘em, two more, toe-tag ‘em
That’s what happens, repeated patterns
Another nigga out of jail every year like a pneumatic
If dudes at it in true fashion
How their life loop, pass ‘em
You want to know, you ask ‘em
They live and die with a passion
No heart, no compassion, always tryna cash in
In a small space moving at a fast pace
On the paper chase
Yo, you better find a safer place
Edo get the hood bent on the track
Dudes that get on their knees end up with footprints on their back
Slaine’s a scoundrel, so is LJ and Sandro
We animals, mongrels
You get beat like bongos in the African Congo
You tryna be macho, meat coming out your head like a taco
Bitch rappers wearing ponchos
Backwoods not