Pastime (feat. Jay Squared) Lyrics

In my pastime

I was gettin blowed off the indo

I was gettin throwed with my kinfolk

Yuh

In my pastime

I had fell in love with a nympho

I was gettin money just to get more

Yuh

In my pastime

I was in tune with my spirits

I was writing whole bunch of lyrics

Ugh

In my pastime

I be gettin so fuckin lit up

You could see the glow from my figure

Ugh



In my pastime

I was gettin blowed off the indo

I was gettin throwed with my kinfolk

Yuh

In my pastime

I had fell in love with a nympho

I was gettin money just to get more

Yuh

In my pastime

I was in tune with my spirits

I was writing whole bunch of lyrics

Ugh

In my pastime

I be gettin so fuckin lit up

You could see the glow from my figure

Ugh



In my pastime

I do what the fuck that i want to

I don't have to come and confront you

I do what the sun do

I just operate like ubuntu

Tell all of the homies they can came thru

Haters seem to love dude

They don't see my angle they too obtuse

I be rollin up to em like fuck you

I don't fuck with none you

I was bookin wars like I'm Sun Tzu

We be bookin tours in a month soon

Come through



I don't give a fuck about what you sayin

You slide in my DMs thinkin you got game

All of these rappers i swear they just playin

But once i get started I'll run the campaign

I just be swervin em day in day out

Like you best watch your mouth get the fuck out my face

All of these haters i swear they my bitches

My bitch get offended said don't fuck with they



And i don't know nothin bout none you fuckers

We had fire sex i guess I'm burnin rubber

Where the tires at i ain't tired of fuckin

This a pit stop

Lady knew what time it was because she checked my wrist watch

Wanted somethin funny boy just watch

Cuz once Ding start dissin it's a sitcom

Rappers always flip flop

But they can't stand on me

Goin bar for bar they got none

They can't handle me

A ban on me but i got that fresh

These boys playin like they wavin tecs

So now I'm waivin texts

See fuck boys gon say they best

And ima go do my job and then slay they shit

And make that check

Call me young space cadet

I'm outta this world

Wonder where yall faces at

You probably down in the dumps where you staying at

You hatin ass

You shook bruh you made me spaz

In my pastime



I do what the fuck that i want to

I don't have to come and confront you

I do what the sun do

I just operate like ubuntu

Tell all of the homies they can came thru

Haters seem to love dude

They don't see my angle they too obtuse

I be rollin up to em like fuck you

I don't fuck with none you

I was bookin wars like I'm Sun Tzu

We be bookin tours in a month soon

Come through



In my pastime

I was gettin blowed off the indo

I was gettin throwed with my kinfolk

Yuh

In my pastime

I had fell in love with a nympho

I was gettin money just to get more

Yuh

In my pastime

I was in tune with my spirits

I was writing whole bunch of lyrics

Ugh

In my pastime

I be gettin so fuckin lit up

You could see the glow from my figure

Ugh



In my pastime

I was gettin blowed off the indo

I was gettin throwed with my kinfolk

Yuh

In my pastime

I had fell in love with a nympho

I was gettin money just to get more

Yuh

In my pastime

I was in tune with my spirits

I was writing whole bunch of lyrics

Ugh

In my pastime

I be gettin so fuckin lit up

You could see the glow from my figure

Ugh



Alpha to Omega

All my brothers got Offended

Apologies & Opinions

Some days I don't know the difference

I have to let time get in the middle of it

And sort it out

Forfeit now

If you on a different route

I got a mac that'll make you homies chicken out

Hit the dishes now

All of my ex's from East or West

Of the city and either got breasts or a butt

Intellect, been a threat

Oysters, you need a vest

Bucharest, dinners for Dotty and Curt

And Brandy Damu Alera Whippin'

Why you all up in my business

Sly Cooper on a mission

Bitch i'm really in them trenches

Anchor sinking gotta lift it up

Pistol grip pump on my GTA shit

D to the H

On some OTJ shit

Deep and we mobbing

You dropping all charges

If my niggas starting to make formation

I done seen a lotta shit

All falling

On a lotta shit

Papa tick tock ya

I live for wrist watches

You left with no options

For me and my posse

Golden compadres

And riders

It's crazy I took a liking to Gold

And ironically I ran into samsa

Got outta limbo, from running with limbo

And Atwood, the homies I got 'em

Ya don't try to stop 'em

Just watch this

Golden and homies will prosper

On mama

Even if we under profit

And If you feel like that emotion is felt

It's crazy that atlas helped findin myself