HLV Time by Corey Lee Lyrics
[Intro]
We now have seven minutes to LA
[Verse]
You ain't grow up on the Roc, you'll never get Amil
Scottie Pippen deals, bullshitting still
Been great since Babyface had whip appeal
Got fans in the Middle East now, shit Israel
My uncle looking at me like that nigga Will
I'm tryna do it big as Phil
Got a lot of aunts but none was Aunt Viv
So I'm right back to holding down my mom's crib
Contracts as big as LeBron is
Chicks tryna get in the wallet like prom pics
It's a lot of rappers that's reaching for content
I'm keeping it conscience, still reading the fine print
Get 'em myself, I don't need an accomplice
I don't need a Rollie, niggas see what time it is
Doing a buck sixty with me in the cockpit
Bron Bron shit 23 when I drop the six
Can't name a nigga fucking with me, he don't not exist
So poof, vanmoosh son of a
I'm not cocky, I'm confident
So when you meet the kiss of death, ain't no lox with this
Top the fridge, ain't have a box of Kix so they'll kill you for a box of kicks
Maytag 'em in moves and get you washed for this
Thank God they ain't see it through like five perfect, can I vent?
Reached in my pocket, was not cent
Now the community gated, man, we used to hop the fence
And I'm thinking New Edition when I go and cop the Benz
Yeah, Ricky, Johnny, Ralph, Ronnie, and them
Bobby told me it's my prerogative
Said I would none, then I pulled an opposite
When you undeniable, you gotta pop shit
Niggas music couldn't move me in a mosh pit
Gameday talk my shit like Lee Corso
Wear my own shit so I just shop when the store close
Homer, quite simp son, I need more dough
After me, my whole team dropping like Warzone
Lord knows I'm Thanos with more stones
Ready to snap and watch like half, y'all foreclose
Back in a zone, tapped in like Morse code
Word to Jermaine, it's a fact I was born Cole so
I know the pressure, I don't feel the pressure
Boy, I'm really Cole, I'm talking Kill Edwards
10,000 hours in a million sessions done about a billion records, shit don't even feel impressive
'Cause I got bills to pay, I need a million a day, y'all niggas still in the way
I'm bout to lap y'all twice, you still the race
The victor, Oladipo you feeling the pace
10,000 or chilling with jay
Give me 10K, step-by-step it like a staircase
Then put the six on the rise like it's Air Drake
That's the difference 'tween pound cake and carrot cake
Let it marinate, y'all ain't eating like Ashley and Mary Kate
Been had the block on lock like barricades
This the type of time I be on like everyday, everyday, nigga
We now have seven minutes to LA
[Verse]
You ain't grow up on the Roc, you'll never get Amil
Scottie Pippen deals, bullshitting still
Been great since Babyface had whip appeal
Got fans in the Middle East now, shit Israel
My uncle looking at me like that nigga Will
I'm tryna do it big as Phil
Got a lot of aunts but none was Aunt Viv
So I'm right back to holding down my mom's crib
Contracts as big as LeBron is
Chicks tryna get in the wallet like prom pics
It's a lot of rappers that's reaching for content
I'm keeping it conscience, still reading the fine print
Get 'em myself, I don't need an accomplice
I don't need a Rollie, niggas see what time it is
Doing a buck sixty with me in the cockpit
Bron Bron shit 23 when I drop the six
Can't name a nigga fucking with me, he don't not exist
So poof, vanmoosh son of a
I'm not cocky, I'm confident
So when you meet the kiss of death, ain't no lox with this
Top the fridge, ain't have a box of Kix so they'll kill you for a box of kicks
Maytag 'em in moves and get you washed for this
Thank God they ain't see it through like five perfect, can I vent?
Reached in my pocket, was not cent
Now the community gated, man, we used to hop the fence
And I'm thinking New Edition when I go and cop the Benz
Yeah, Ricky, Johnny, Ralph, Ronnie, and them
Bobby told me it's my prerogative
Said I would none, then I pulled an opposite
When you undeniable, you gotta pop shit
Niggas music couldn't move me in a mosh pit
Gameday talk my shit like Lee Corso
Wear my own shit so I just shop when the store close
Homer, quite simp son, I need more dough
After me, my whole team dropping like Warzone
Lord knows I'm Thanos with more stones
Ready to snap and watch like half, y'all foreclose
Back in a zone, tapped in like Morse code
Word to Jermaine, it's a fact I was born Cole so
I know the pressure, I don't feel the pressure
Boy, I'm really Cole, I'm talking Kill Edwards
10,000 hours in a million sessions done about a billion records, shit don't even feel impressive
'Cause I got bills to pay, I need a million a day, y'all niggas still in the way
I'm bout to lap y'all twice, you still the race
The victor, Oladipo you feeling the pace
10,000 or chilling with jay
Give me 10K, step-by-step it like a staircase
Then put the six on the rise like it's Air Drake
That's the difference 'tween pound cake and carrot cake
Let it marinate, y'all ain't eating like Ashley and Mary Kate
Been had the block on lock like barricades
This the type of time I be on like everyday, everyday, nigga