Crunch Time (Freestyle)

What time is it? Haha, wassup What time is it? Are you ready? Okay, okay (Woo, woo, woo, woo) Why the fuck 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 fuck 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 Fuck 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!) Fuck 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 fuck 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)