No Pierdan Su Time

Life sentence
In music I’m stuck for life
You know, right?
Stuck for life
I’ll pay my dues
I’m almost 20 years in
What more do you want?
Try 28, 38, 48 years in music
Keep ruining your own career
Kids, this is my punishment
Don’t mess around

Don’t waste your time
And take care of your life, life
Why can’t you behave?
You can’t live
Always talking about the bad boy, boy
All the time, friend

Don’t waste your time
And take care of your life, life
Why can’t you behave?
You can’t live
Always talking about the bad boy, boy
All the time, friend

What’s the deal?
What’s up?
I’m 18 and still stuck anyway
Those who talk about me
I send them to sleep
Because I still run the show on the streets
Don’t talk to me about Crips
Or who the Bloods are
'Cause I know the path to death
All kinds of crap comes from your voice
When I hear you, I sneeze and cough
They know Danger's coming at you real thug
Diblacio’s beat, I record roof
I’m like fifty and you guys are like puffs
What I mean is you're soft, soft, soft

Don’t waste your time
And take care of your life, life
Why can’t you behave?
You can’t live
Always talking about the bad boy, boy
All the time, friend

From Monday to Friday and Saturday to Sunday
They throw shade at me on the radio every day
Waiting for me to respond one day
And they'll be waiting for that day

Think a little and how about you grow up
If you have a wound, then heal it
I want you to hold on and stick around for years
If you can’t last, then don’t venture
They think I’m gonna fall
They think I’ll waste my time (you man)
I’ve got them dying of thirst
And these days because of my lyrics, many are dead
So I don’t care about your bullshit endeavors
'Cause I know that old trick well
They want to throw shade just to get a response
Well, that’s how they can stay relevant and eat

Don’t waste your time
And take care of your life, life
Why can’t you behave?
You can’t live
Always talking about the bad boy, boy
All the time, friend

Don’t waste your time
And take care of your life, life
Why can’t you behave?
You can’t live
Always talking about the bad boy, boy
All the time, friend

Motherfucker, you know
You know we do, you know we roll
Well, this Danger Man, Diblacio
This is D-A-N-G-E-R M-A-N
Long time I’ve been telling them
You know________
Diblacio, what are they talking about?
Songs are still coming out from me
Diblacio keeps strumming the guitar

Motherfucker, you know
Original bad boy, danger
War veteran for a long time, my time
No time to waste
With me, you won't be eating
You’ll grow old real fast with me

Motherfucker, you know
Man, it’s my time
You know it’s not about educating
The fools, the idiots, the stupid
Who think throwing shade is all there is in life
Sing something good, educate the people
A bit of false prophets
Everyone claims they’re sent by God
But God hasn’t sent anyone yet
But soon He will come
Even those who say they’re my enemies
I got something for you
Read the Bible, Ecclesiastes
Chapter 3, verse 1
Go on, run, grab the Bible and read it
There’s a time for everything
Ssssssssh
No time for you
Thank God I’m good
So I can’t hang with you
Gonna catch a case
Tell me, what do you have?
You only got a peanut brain
A long tongue
Just talking
All sorts of nonsense, you think you're a bad man
You're not a bad man, you know
Right now, right now
I don’t have time for you
Hear me?
Read the chapter I told you and the verse I told you
Educate yourself, hear me?
Ssssssssh
Stuck for life