No Time Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire (Ft. Goldie Glo)

[Intro: (Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire) Goldie Glo]
(Dream as if you’ll live forever)
(And live as if you’ll die today)
(Peel off)
Oh man
Yeah, word Goldie Glo
Main man, Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire
How you do there, baby, what’s happening? Uh
We going heavy on these hoes right now, you know what I’m saying?
Yellow Band bandits
Peel Off entertainment
We just doing the things you like to do
We’ll show you what we talking about

[Verse 1: Goldie Glo]
Motherfucker, fuck fame; we already famous
Motherfucker, fuck the game; we already players
Fill your shirt with blood stains, tote heavy stainless
All because you didn’t know what the fuck my name is
Bout the cash money bags, buckets full of duckets
Coat cut slabs, Louis Vuitton luggage
What a glamorous life, though my life’s on the edge
Think I got the death wish, living live on the stair
I couldn’t picture life with the feds cause I ain’t see em coming
Heard they put five on my head, and I ain’t see em running
You’ll never take me alive, motherfuckers
Stunting and gunning till the day that I die, motherfuckers
No time for fake bitches
I’m in and out the interstate with these real bitches
My trial and error just enough to make me kill these niggas
They smiling in my face a lot, but I don’t feel these niggas, nah
Get out the way, get out the way; don’t box me in
I heard the shot alone took his oxygen
Goldie Glo, motherfucker. I gots to win
I got the people counting on me like I’m the one
Heavy weight up on my shoulders. Did I drop something?
I’m walking through them dark valleys with night visions on
I try to paint my pictures clearer—and my vision’s gone
I try to paint my pictures clearer—and my vision’s gone