Borrowed Time Songtext
von V Don

Yeah


45 On his back like Jordan out of retirement
All kind of flavors fortified in my consignment kid
Pawned a lot of favors but I don′t charge you for my time in this
The same as money, labels love me but
The streets been paying for my retirement
Niggas call it a rat race but can't identify
The gem you hide
My reign gon be long, shit you can′t pretend to drive
Part time hustlers can't understand the ten to five
As far as mustard couldn't cut it with a better knife
Try and muster up on a better life
Niggas throw shots but don′t knuckle up when the metal pipes
If it′s up to us the coroner gon have a hellish night
Pack the bags and hit the road jack
These niggas speak like they don't know facts
I′m in the streets like it's low jack
Armed to the teeth with coke, weed or the Prozac
Minor niggas always watch the major league
Skating on tracks like the maple leaves
While you on your knees you should make your peace
The plug Stevie Wonder cus whenever
I need it he stay to change the key
The block hot open the hydrant, let it cool
Ain′t nothing like water in my system
After my mind span, you niggas fool
I never been familiar with this kind
Different color when it's niggas in the crime
Split the dollar if you ain′t limping on your grind
Yeah it's borrowed but it's ill a nigga time
It′s still a nigga time, it′s mine