UNTILNEXTTIME - Krondon

Forgotten lies, retarded rumors

The past graph all my niggas just prosecute it

The persecuted, product of soul music

Niggas I never call, call out patootis

After oprah with my war in London she’s a watcher

I mean to look her, but all I do is watch her

Can’t stop her from buying all kind of flashy watches

She’s convicted with all the shit we got a lot in common

Sex, drugs and junkies didn’t know that time is money

Be advised to take a piece you gotta take it from me

Fighting as I facilitate a whole country

You looking like a type to leave a niggas hungry

Goons carrying salt on, some marijuana

I try to call 'em off but they live for the trauma

Truth is the true an officer shoot and bother

Niggas love their mama, you acting like their father

He used to be the guy that hooked 'em right away with Kesha

Yeah, she caught 'em fucking on the easter sunday

Like the reborn, the wild hater

Refrigerator broke, but we still eating

Fast food produce a faster hole

Some of them stretching left that ass exposed

We laughing, we celebrating now she toast

Baby see to '98, can we go

Still serenade my love for you

Just a dancer, but daddy wanted a little lawyer

Cut from her campus stroll got some clear vodka

Shots for the happy hour, yeah

Dead presidents to represent a right to shower

Turn up a little louder

My skin tougher, my temper cool

Not in the liquor but finna take me a sip of lood

The real nigga, all the real niggas

I got them realize they couldn’t be with us

My drank he drank, we had the greatest friendship

Feel like shit cause I ain’t talked to him every minute

I mean months, who the fuck I’m kidding

He was definitely getting really wet and winning

All the pieces of the puzzle missing

He underground, nothing done, not forgiven

Train hard for the darkest feelings

Playing chess in the park, hear the park a sinner

We forget the things to remember

The way we fall in and break but never think to linger

To the women I take in the ghetto

To have a little sex but then never committing

They know the day I die, the day that I’m quitting

You wouldn’t last a day in a nigga position

My unusual nigga appearance

Fake niggas taking turns with their terms of endearment

To Bigga Fi and my brother Josiah

I give thanks for the blessings you brothers provided

Had to tell my daughter keep her page private

They don’t always wanted if you always hide it

Exercise your mind and your kids ain’t excited

Don’t let an ignorant nigga ever think he’s entitled

Try get the paper on spin cycle

You dirty niggas need to invest start a dial

Young nigga know when you’re back in time

Give me my respect and give me back my style

Give me my respect and give me back my style