What A Time... lyrics

[Intro: Quentin Miller]
Yeah, yeah, yeah ooh

[Verse 1: Quentin Miller]
I got the keys to the car that I own
Overgrown what my pockets is on
I be turnin' up regardless, regardless
You ain't even gotta call up my phone
Still Harry Potter of the rap game
Treat the rap game like the crack game
Yeah ain't nobody out here serving yayo
Like my people, ain't that HS 37
And that 1317 crew? Damn
My Nike news like it CNN
Savage on the mic, OPB and them
Hit might be the plug, I might be the pen
Hit me up, I send you up like King Louie
On that Yeezus joint
Check that yale in my cup, UTD as f*ck
They hear my song on their earphones and turn me up
He got roller coasters on, he gon' turn you up
1-3-1-7, b*tch we global yeah

[Verse 2: Key!]
I'm still Bill Nye
When it come to this rap sh*t, I'm that guy
Ain't nobody catchin' bodies like my youngin's (for real)
Ain't nobody catchin' bodies like my youngin's (fo- for real)
Ain't nobody gettin' away with murder like us (yeah)
Ain't nobody outside sellin' dope like us (yeah)
Ain't nobody in the six, yeah, like us (yeah)
Yeah I said it, yeah, six, like us ([?] yeah)
If you mad pus*y n*gga go and pipe up (pipe up)
If you mad pus*y n*gga go and pipe up
I'm with Hit-Boy, I gotta MAC, I hit ya boy
I'm with Hit-Boy, I gotta MAC, would hit ya boy
Better steer clear, better steer clear!
I ain't tryna be the n*gga that you wanna fear (not me)
You don't wanna interfere, interfere! (not me)
Try to catch us pass here, you gon' get this here
[Bridge: Quentin Miller]
Yeah, yeah, what a time yeah
What a time, what a time, look

[Verse 3: Quentin Miller & Key!]
These motherf*ckers mad cause I'm icy
IMessage, I could see your girl typing
He came in with lethal weapons like he Danny Glover
I might f*ck her like a lover but I do not love her!
Hit-Boy had made a beat for King Quentin
Not promoting, stoppin' all that penny-pinchin'
From now on, I'm charging, hey, me a pension (yeah)
You want Key! on this sh*t boy I need a pension
You will not classify me as a f*cking shooter (f*ck)
You will not classify me as a f*cking goon (don't even know)
I'm a grown man and I'm gettin' grown money (grown money)
f*cking grown women, playboy-boy-boy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'm feeling like Hugh Hefner
New Nikes for my daughter, peep the step shelve
I been going hard on every beat I'm on
I can't lose when Hit-Boy made the beat I'm on, yeah
You know this flow is all these young n*ggas on
Do you know where the Hell it came from?
I ain't really tryna take nobody shine
I ain't really tryna take nobody shine (hey!)
But what a time, (hey!) what a time