Since9ine6ix Verse 1:

Been trying to get in this game for years
Swear it’s made me an animal
Pages out the manual
Maybe crazy as Hannibal
The man on fire
Flammable
Hold a candle to
Whoever want to test my drive
I crash bandicoot
Banned from the idiot box
Thickening plots
Radio killer
Dream get to the rock
Like a fiend
But what I really mean
Ring and a watch
With a gleam
For the times I was scheming against the clock
Cream of the crop
The needle drop then I get in my groove
Key in the lock
See me on top
To bottom of my shoes
I drop a clue
I got the moves like Jagger
Scottie too hot to be cool
Can’t knock my usual swagger
I’d rather
Lose it then gather myself for this loot I’m after
You actors
Stick to the script then I’ll get you glued to a chapter
Fact is you judge a book by the cover
Don’t know the half
Just know I’m bad
And that’s word to your mother
To photograph

Chorus :
Said I ain’t on your time
And I ain’t on your grind
But I am on your mind
Man I don’t get it

Cause I got no time
For thinking bout your kind
I’m seeing it’s go time
And I’m gone get it

Since9ine6ix Verse 2:

To whom it may concern
But it’s a note to self
Know yourself
High as hope but flow is felt
Below the belt
Open well
Wish a nigga would
Shit is heavy
Hear
Enough to break a levee
Then I’m everywhere
It’s everclear
Proof I kept it more than a hundred
Blunted till ashes fall
Had me drawn
More than the money or trying to bag a broad
Flagging frauds
Managing flaws
Damned if you had it wrong
Have it all
Back to the wall
Wrap for my catalog
Get at me dog
These cats will talk until they’re avatars
Blue in the face or they camouflage with a jabber jaw
Tell by my battle scars
Had it hard
Man apart
Walk it like no rapper that you ran across
Afterthought
Go back and forth before I catapult
That was all a joke before I laugh it off
Could pass a torch as Hasselhoff
Night Rider
Type Writer
Strike like a prized fighter
Trying to make a band out of spitting hot fire
Boy I’m bad

Chorus :
Said I ain’t on your time
And I ain’t on your grind
But I am on your mind
Man I don’t get it

Cause I got no time
For thinking bout your kind
I’m seeing it’s go time
And I’m gone get it

Thaione Davis Verse:

Now let's pretend I had a collar
And I was popping perfectly punctuated
Puffing somebody marijuana
The same complexion Obama
Charming is my persona
Don't got no patience or hesitation so fuck the drama
I'm Gold Standard forever polished badges of honor
See we was out in the trenches
Giving stitches to them
Malicious characters on on the fences
Studying what they intention
I'm terminating these niggas
Me and Sara O'Connor
96 put em behind bars like convicts
I'm con-vinced
They not ready for conflict
Toxic
Terrible tantrums
Top-pick
T capital H
Poet for profit
Come from the under
I was woken from the slumber
The sound of thunder when bodies collapse
Painting my bunker with they residue
You better get medical chewing edibles
My left hand lay on my testicles
So professional

Chorus :
Said I ain’t on your time
And I ain’t on your grind
But I am on your mind
Man I don’t get it

Cause I got no time
For thinking bout your kind
I’m seeing it’s go time
And I’m gone get it