Crunch Time (Freestyle)

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Adri MC

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What time is it?
Haha, wassup
What time is it?
Are you ready?
Okay, okay (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

Why the f*ck these bitches mad cause I'm puttin' effort (Huh)
I got all this energy and they could never catch up (Nope)
If you got a problem wit me, come and say wassup sup
I got all the attitude call me buttercup
You still workin' that 9 to 5
You ain't even got a hustle on the side
You ain't even got no dreams, how the f*ck you stay alive
Is you with me or against me man
Pick a side, pick a side
Say they always be there for ya
But that's a lie
Done actin' sweet, Bitch I ain't no apple pie (Nah)
Time to pick my life up man it's Crunch Time
F*ck I'm hungry every day it's motha fuckin' lunch time (it is)
Ima make it to the top, I can feel it in my core
I ain't spendin' no money on a man no more
Rather catch a flight see all the fans on tour
Ima make bands in a week
While you're makin' bands in four
Catch me on Forbes
Makin' goals than I score
Said he like good girls, but he always fuckin' whores
On a mission, you know I ain't got no time to fuckin' snore (Ha!)
F*ck with me I might help ya believe in yaself (Ya)
Whole fuckin' crew when we stampede to the wealth
Bitch I save lives, I got the keys to ya health (I do)
No apologies cause the deed has been dealt (Nah)
Bars too fire I can make the cheese in here melt
Eyes so smize, Ima catch him squeezin' his belt (Ooo)
Got bad vibes even all the thieves in here felt (Woah, woaoh)
Cause I got nice thighs, that don't mean I can sell
Got bitches poppin' pussy and I'm down to pop shells
Only for the family, I'll risk bein in a cell (Only, only)
But even God has sent in own creation to Hell
Mimic me and I'll just say oh well, so swell, farewell

You all ask how I get this motivation (How?)
Cause I been through shit and I'm patient (Oh)
If it ain't about the money, it ain't no relation (Nah)
If it ain't about the money, it ain't no relation (Don't fuckin' call me)

All ask how I get this motivation
Cause I been through shit and I'm patient
If it ain't about the money, it ain't no relation
If it ain't about the money, it ain't no relation

Hut 1, hut 2, hut 3
How many of ya mans wana f*ck me
Too bad I ain't the hoe
I'm the motha fuckin' wifey
Bad bitches like me
Ratchets wana fight me
Hope they got a blood donor, get her type B
Knocked her on the side street
Called her man a bitch too
And her friends one, so now it's bitch three
Was it my fault, uhh
Not very likely huh
He got a new bitch, it don't surprise me
I'm just tryna get a whole crowd to recite me
I don't need ya money boo cause money can't buy me
Girls 6 foot afraid of me so don't try me (Don't do it)
Smarter than ya think, I don't need ya ass to guide me
Done bein' in a shell, comin' outta hidin'
I got a cute cake you won't ever get the icin'
Makin' money off the value that I bring (Woo)
Yea I like to rap, I can prolly even sing
I ain't takin' selfies, til I get the lighting
When I see my future, I get real exciting
Just a lil Bay chick and she young and hyphy
You ain't livin' ya dream if you ain't like me
And when I step in the scene they feel me high-key
Everything I do is so fucking enticin'
Instead of hating why don't you just get some self-enlightenin'

Ima spit some game to ya, don't ever quit
Cause the ones tellin' you that, they already did
Get rid of self doubt, I believe in ya kid
It's a dream but you don't get it by a wish uhh
Ima spit some game to ya, don't ever quit
Cause the ones tellin' you that, they already did
Get rid of self doubt, I believe in ya kid
It's a dream but you don't get it by a wish uhh

In a kitchen goin' crazy and lately they saved me
Hood boys, and they beggin' to give me they babies
Hoes all up in my face, you can come if you pay me
Why you talkin' shit man it ain't facts that you statin'
Feens contributin' to my dreams
In-n-out so I ain't seen
Livin' off of rice and beans
Dirty money got me clean
He ain't my lover, Billy Jean
Off the Henny I get mean
Shout out Parties Pristine
I'm the type to really fight for ya
Ya feelin' dark baby let me put some light on ya
Ain't a downsize but I could fuckin' strike on ya
Feelin' too fly I could put a kite on ya
Talkin' on my name don't make me catch flight on ya
I might feel peaceful and put some right on ya
Tuck ya bitch in so I can say goodnight to ya
But wait it's crunch time baby don't got time for ya (Hah)

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