Time 4 Sum chords by Paradime

SimplifiedAm · C · G · Em

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Intro 1

The first

Verse 1
jerk to
be murkin' verse up in your mirrors
C 
over some honey glazed sea bass
Am 
Jameson in the class,
G 
Honolulu blue ski mask
Am 
I'm good where they speak math
C 
and I'm good where they keep max
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Am 
And I'm good where they eat crab legs
and speakers keep tax brackets
Good with the straight cats
C 
and good with the elite class
Am 
So therefore, man,
my family's always good
G 
where they sleep at
Am 
You cheesin' in that E -class,
C 
I breeze past in the flatback
Am 
Skypack with the seat back,
bumpin' Opus 9 in B -flat
Or maybe some cool G -Rack
Cause I'm the real man,
C 
Am 
I'm trying to bring Greece back
I was relaxing, I got clean from rap
G 
You witnessing my relapse
Am 
You talked all of that shit,
C 
never thinking that I'd be back
Am 
And then you heard that
Where you keep your wreath at?
It's the Bocephus of street rap
From the D where we bite kneecaps
So please homie, keep your feedback
Cause that shit'll just get
G 
your teeth cracked
Am 
and buff snatched
You ain't bout this heat,
C 
G 
take a knee and a touch back
You rhyme like you bump
Am 
Puffy in a mud mask
I rhyme like I play rugby
with the blood and the bat
C 
Making my way through the grind,
being kind, no
Am 
I got here from speaking by my bro
Now I'm just the kind to re
C 
cline and let wine flow
Am 
So  understand my guy
C 
Am 
C 
ain't got time for it, time for it
I ain't got time for it
Am 
I ain't got time for it
C 
G 
Am 
C 
I  ain't got time for it
Em 
G 
Am 
For you to obsess with the successes
C 
You a fiend, it's just brief aprils
Am 
But me, I'm all about them
G 
thin green pieces of bait
Am 
From the days of Chuck D, Flavor Flav
Chris Draper in the microwave
C 
What up, Vinny?
Am 
They used to see me fight
and they'd wave
What up, Freddie?
What up, dawg?
Every time bro flow,
C 
shit sound more like cut dope
Am 
G 
And y 'all palm olive, a liquid dial
Am 
This dime kinda spit'll make
em sick with style
C 
I'm puke on Gucci loafers
Am 
Went from brown doobies in homework
G 
To sushi with a chauffeur
Am 
From Paul Perrault to posters
C 
Am 
Stocking Stouffer's at Kroger
To mangoes in my yogurt
Em 
G 
On the Melfi coast with no shirt
Am 
I'm a great woadie,
C 
ever since covered in acne
And paid a full day toady,
Am 
now I'm 45 plate loaded
Waiting for quotes on the papers
in the Wayne Scotie
C 
Am 
On a leg boatie,
cooking up steaks and floating
In a starfish at 840,
go look it up, wait on it
Now you can see why the greats know me,
I'm straight grody
I ain't making my way
C 
I do the grind, be a guy, no
Am 
I got here from speaking my mind, bro
Now I'm just the kind
C 
who would climb and let wine flow
Am 
So  understand my guy,
C 
Am 
C 
I ain't got time for it, time for it
I ain't got time for it
Am 
C 
I ain't got time for it
Am 
C 
Am 
I ain't got time for it you