Allan Kingdom – Relax (feat. Drelli)


[Chorus: Allan Kingdom]
I don’t got time to relax
Riding ’round with two phones, wait
Trippy trippy life goals
I don’t got time to relax
I just go get me a bag
I got time to be the man, hey
Who the fuck you wanna call nigga?
Don’t hit my jack
I don’t got time to relax
I don’t got time to relax
I got time to be the man, hey
I got time to be the man

I just sit back and I laugh
I been down the big roads
Riding ’round with two phones, ayy
I don’t got time to relax
I don’t got time to relax
I just sit back and I laugh
I ain’t even got phones, ayy
I ain’t even got phones, uhh
Time to relax
Mama she need some new landscape
I don’t got time to relax
I’m never gon’ late
Don’t hit my jack
Mama she need some new landscape
I don’t got time to relax
I don’t got time to relax
Tell that bitch I don’t know
And I got time for my fans, time for my bands
I don’t got time to relax
I got time to be the man, hey
[Verse 2: Allan Kingdom]
Swervin’ on the block and you know I had to make a way

I don’t got time to relax
Mama she need some new landscape
I just go get me a bag
I got time to be the man, hey
I don’t got time to relax
I don’t got time to relax
And I got time for my fans, time for my bands
I don’t got time to relax
I don’t got time to relax, ayy
I ain’t even lost hope
[Chorus: Allan Kingdom]
[Verse 1: Drelli]
I don’t got time to relax
I don’t got time to relax
I crossed the board and got gold
Yeah I got time to do tracks
I got time to be the man
I ain’t even got hoes
Niggas be chillin’, I’m dealing with facts ayy
Fuck up your vision and fuck with some cat, ayy
I just go get me a bag
Pockets on flock and it’s hard for me to stay away
You just get high off the xans
I just get the gas and these niggas slip and fade away
[Chorus: Allan Kingdom]
I don’t got time to relax
Niggas be broke and they sad
You just get high off the xans
Don’t hit my jack
I just sit back and I laugh

They missing the bag
I ain’t got it for the low
I don’t got time to relax
Take it in England now I’m in France
You just get high off the xans
I got time to be the man, hey
Niggas be broke and they sad
Yeah I got time to do tracks
Puffin’ big shit all night long
Niggas be broke and they sad
Big shit, I switched time zones
Yeah I got time to do tracks
I got time to be the man, hey
Ride around, I got grown
My life’s trippy like strobe
I spent forty poppin’ tags at the layaway
And I got time for my fans, time for my bands
I’m taking a change
I got time to be the man