Timer Lyrics – Kevin Gates

Read the full Timer lyrics by Kevin Gates from the album Lost Files – The Collection along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Chorus]
You gotta bleed that game, let a n!gga through
Eat, sleep, s*it and talk it, I don’t separate the two
I’ma show you how to get it (Huh), grinding on the block
I’m a timer, so I had to put diamonds in my watch
That game, summertime, wintertime, hustle
That game, keep artillery for any time, muscle
That game, keep pits in the tunnel by the fence
That game, you know the deal, I ain’t running outta s*it (My stomach pain)

[Verse 1]
City of God, I have no socks, kids barefooted

Ass whoopings, surrounded by fast hookers
Sidewalk, nice sneakers, see me in my wifebeater
Shoulder shrug, blow the snub, put you in a white freezer
Base in my city street, four n!ggas coke dealing
Three of ’em’ll go to jail, one of ’em’ll step away
Last of a dying breed, mixtape, Kevin Gates
I’ll pull a lever on the Desert ’til the metal break
Price on a necklace, ice on my neck and wrist
Will have me in your crib ’round your b!tch watching naked flicks
Routine transfer, rap n!ggas call me up
Ghostwrite for ghostwriters, gotta get your order up
Moving in a Honda, Solara, or Ultima
Gates got an eight long, step aside, semi firing
Send ’em through your windowsill, tearing up your mini blinds
Send ’em through they windowsill, n!gga better give me mine

[Chorus]
You gotta bleed that game, let a n!gga through
Eat, sleep, s*it and talk it, I don’t separate the two
I’ma show you how to get it (Huh), grinding on the block
I’m a timer, so I had to put diamonds in my watch
That game, summertime, wintertime, hustle
That game, keep artillery for any time, muscle
That game, keep pits in the tunnel by the fence
That game, you know the deal, I ain’t running outta—

[Verse 2]
Sick and tired of looking in the magazine, drop-top Lamborghing
Every other channel, flat panel on my mantlepiece
Upstairs, sip a lotta lean, ’bout to lounge out
Cameras on the balcony to monitor the townhouse
Living-room table set, wood with a glass top
Glock in the sofa seat, stashed in the stash spot
Nights playing basketball, dribble on the blacktop
Victim of a stray shot, cripple on the blacktop
I’m a king in the streets, but you n!ggas ’bout to doubt it
In the end you’ll see, ain’t no fu*king doubt about it
I know this probably ain’t the right thing to tell a child
Catch you stealing and I still’ll pump a shell in y’all
I’m from a different state (What’s that?), different state of mind
I’ma die ’cause ain’t no n!gga taking mine
Weight on the plate, stick eights in your face
Leave you lying in the shade by the cage with a chain, Gates

[Chorus]
You gotta bleed that game, let a n!gga through
Eat, sleep, s*it and talk it, I don’t separate the two
I’ma show you how to get it (Huh), grinding on the block
I’m a timer, so I had to put diamonds in my watch
That game, summertime, wintertime, hustle
That game, keep artillery for any time, muscle
That game, keep pits in the tunnel by the fence
That game, you know the deal, I ain’t running outta s*it

[Outro]
Stepping out the match, it’s gats on the corner
Quick to shoot something like craps on the corner
I’m tryna get it right like dope, open the lock
Then throw coke in the pot and blow, closing the shop