Time & Place - Marco Polo, Ed O.G

Ayo, you ain’t ready

For all that so fall back, keep acting

Waiting for a callback, and you a tall cat

Who’s scared to shoot and pass the ball back

Stay out of the paint, no type of contact

But talking reckless like you pack a long gat

Every song and track like you’re the Don of Rap

I go beyond the facts when it comes to a rhyme

The cover up is always worse than the crime

Assess mine in less time, Edo for the green

Like key lime, I be fine, weed grind

Through the grime of them Boston blocks

Where life don’t cost a lot

Real shots get offered hot, you’d better run, not jog or trot

One must not get caught in a thug spot

Where every nigga got a mug shot

And fake dudes get jooked in their soft spot

‘Cause there’s a time and place

I know you want to grind and chase

And shine your face

But first you gotta find your space

I ain’t got time to waste

«I don’t waste time»

«Understand what I’m saying?»

«Give me a minute and it’s over»

I don’t believe in make believe

You naive, nah work, go on sick leave

With a notion that’s preconceived

I go to battles with the medals I achieved on my sleeve

Anyone impedes, please

Good deeds get outdone by bad ones

Young got blades and magnums

Kick and drag ‘em, two more, toe-tag ‘em

That’s what happens, repeated patterns

Another nigga out of jail every year like a pneumatic

If dudes at it in true fashion

How their life loop, pass ‘em

You want to know, you ask ‘em

They live and die with a passion

No heart, no compassion, always tryna cash in

In a small space moving at a fast pace

On the paper chase

Yo, you better find a safer place

Edo get the hood bent on the track

Dudes that get on their knees end up with footprints on their back

Slaine’s a scoundrel, so is LJ and Sandro

We animals, mongrels

You get beat like bongos in the African Congo

You tryna be macho, meat coming out your head like a taco

Bitch rappers wearing ponchos

Backwoods not