Time Flies / Big Wy E

I have to go. One more time? Oh, je t'aime mon chéri. Oh. Je suis heureuse. Oh. Hitting corners in the Chevy like KD. Looking for a damn bitch so she can pay Me. Is you with it or you not? Bitch, pay me. Shoes and fee went up, ain't shit free. Niggas talk behind my back, it don't phase me. My mama taught me well, you can't play me. Started pimping hoes when I was eighteen. Bought my first whip when I was nineteen. All black leather with a TV. You could ask Dre, you don't believe me? AKA Compton Slim, that's my PD. In the Millers with Earl blowing big weed. At the shop with Lil L sipping dumb lean. Acty by the pie, copping sixteens. My car washed, my rims clean. Sun beaming in my eyes, riding down Figg Street. Je ne sais pas où le temps s'est enfui. Il nous plaît d'être en vertu. Laid back, smooth flow, KD, who's your daddy? Leaning in my Caddy, baby, cruise slow. Ring bling, chain hang, gotta let my jewels show. Over a silly bitch? Never ever lose no sleep. Peep, count money, not sheep. Nigga, it's paper over pussy, that's deep. Haters jumpy, feeling froggy, then leap. Mad 'cause I'm in they bitch and all the Benefits I reap. Creep low, motherfucker, You ain't know? Doing this since I kicked in The door in '94. Made them see as a MC I was the Freshest. Back then, straight macking, Living reckless. Simple life not for me, Make 'em hit the spot for me. Pull up on the work and five words, "What You got for me?" Huh. Yeah, I heard a little birdie say, "If they Don't pay like they weigh, they ain't worthy, J." They ain't worthy, J. I really don't know where all the time went. I really have to go. Funny how time flies when you're having Don't You ever go. Say you love me so. Funny how time flies when you're Having Fun. They looking at me like, "Big homie, what's The next move?" Niggas getting murked, Shit, it's up to you if you the next To lose. I carry the old flag, The one that's printed on both sides. Still connected to them old guys, never snitching, For sure ride. Focus on my decision-making, The fuckery been updated. Black boy in and out of penitentiary, prison stock Is publicly traded. Shit, that mean they getting paid off your dumb Ass. Once again, you in there trying to buy Phone with your dumb ass. Niggas in the same J's, thirty-six different Colorways. No originality, no creativity, Everything the fucking same. Shit, can I break this weed down with no Grinder? And let it stick to my fingers as A reminder this shit is fire. New niggas trying to run the town. You beat 'em up, they laying the cut for The opportunity to gun you down. Shit, Finna roll this weed in a zig-zag. Original papers, dude, with the beard and the joint, You know what the do-rag. You. Ooh. Rest inside my heart. Rest Inside my heart.