Atwood Pastime (feat. Jay Squared)
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 f..ckin 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 f..ckin lit up
You could see the glow from my figure
Ugh
In my pastime
I do what the f..ck 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 f..ck you
I don't f..ck 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 f..ck 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 f..ck out my face
All of these haters i swear they my bitches
My bitch get offended said don't f..ck with they
And i don't know nothin bout none you f..ckers
We had fire sex i guess I'm burnin rubber
Where the tires at i ain't tired of f..ckin
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 f..ck 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 f..ck 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 f..ck you
I don't f..ck 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 f..ckin 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 f..ckin 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