My Time
Yeah, Its My Time No I Cant wait no more
I'm Rocking designer, You know it's the finest you cant get it out the Stores
I'm still that same nigga from 47, who don't show no remorse
Been talking about Popping out for a minute, But really wasn't making no noise
So I got to go ahead and Go Up
I Got stack up my paper Adore all the hate and cant let them folks get in my way
People don't feel my Pain or listen to me, So I had to vent this way
I was too turn't up at a young age, But fuck it had to get sum paper
Back In the Days i didn't have a thing, But nowadays Beat the block until you break it
I can get fly like a Pilot
My 4 pocket full fuck a wallet
Mitch match drip I got it
Drop top coupe just to vibe in
Skinny Petite she riding
I'm about to cop me a iced out ap i think it's perfect timing
If its not a mill i'm not signing
I Had to cut my circle small, can't have niggas leach off me
At some point you got to eat
Cause niggas get money and tease you, So when I pop out it's a reason
I show more love to my people than I show love to myself
Just know we get money together
But all I need is Myself, I do what for the better
Niggas want to see me fall so bad, or so called want me dead
Cant speak on to much I keep shit to myself, Just know my Opp's Gone Get It
Cant say I be hiding cause, i'm living wrong and going up all in yo city
You say you want smoke, let's get it
We both having money so what is the issue
Yeah, Its My Time No I Cant wait no more
I'm rocking designer, you know it's the finest you cant get it out the Stores
I'm still that same nigga from 47, who don't show no remorse
Been talking about Popping out for a minute, But really wasn't making no noise
So I got to go ahead and Go Up
I Got stack up my paper Adore all the hate and cant let them folks get in my way
People don't feel my Pain or listen to me, So I had to vent this way
I was too turn't up at a young age, But fuck it had to get sum paper
Back In the Days i didn't have a thing, But nowadays Beat the block until you break it
I'm in the whip doing top speed give no fucks about the limit I'm speed racing
I'm Still in the hood like a motor, Trying to do the dash in that V8
I know some solid niggas who gone keep real and won't fold when its time
I know sum young niggas who gone slide about me if you ever cross the line
See I like them 556's play me like a pussy you block gone get cleaned today
A young nigga jumped off the porch
Trying to be in these streets, i'm glad I never caught a case
These Streets not ABC's but B's and C's I bet you never seen a K
I Know some glock's and stick's and real hitters kept i solid the 4 way
I used to where the same clothes
Now i'm on the road doing all these shows trying make a milli o
I was on the block steady catching plays, feeling like I'm Julio
Yeah i'm doing this Shit For Sure
Popping my shit like your hoe
Yeah, Its My Time No I Cant wait no more
I'm Rocking Designer, You know it's the finest you cant get it out the Stores
I'm still that same nigga from 47, who don't show no remorse
Been talking about Popping out for a minute, But really wasn't making no noise
So I got to go ahead and Go Up
I Got stack up my paper Adore all the hate and cant let them folks get in my way
People don't feel my Pain or listen to me, So I had to vent this way
I was too turn't up at a young age, But fuck it had to get sum paper
Back In the Days i didn't have a thing, But nowadays Beat the block until you break it
I'm Rocking designer, You know it's the finest you cant get it out the Stores
I'm still that same nigga from 47, who don't show no remorse
Been talking about Popping out for a minute, But really wasn't making no noise
So I got to go ahead and Go Up
I Got stack up my paper Adore all the hate and cant let them folks get in my way
People don't feel my Pain or listen to me, So I had to vent this way
I was too turn't up at a young age, But fuck it had to get sum paper
Back In the Days i didn't have a thing, But nowadays Beat the block until you break it
I can get fly like a Pilot
My 4 pocket full fuck a wallet
Mitch match drip I got it
Drop top coupe just to vibe in
Skinny Petite she riding
I'm about to cop me a iced out ap i think it's perfect timing
If its not a mill i'm not signing
I Had to cut my circle small, can't have niggas leach off me
At some point you got to eat
Cause niggas get money and tease you, So when I pop out it's a reason
I show more love to my people than I show love to myself
Just know we get money together
But all I need is Myself, I do what for the better
Niggas want to see me fall so bad, or so called want me dead
Cant speak on to much I keep shit to myself, Just know my Opp's Gone Get It
Cant say I be hiding cause, i'm living wrong and going up all in yo city
You say you want smoke, let's get it
We both having money so what is the issue
Yeah, Its My Time No I Cant wait no more
I'm rocking designer, you know it's the finest you cant get it out the Stores
I'm still that same nigga from 47, who don't show no remorse
Been talking about Popping out for a minute, But really wasn't making no noise
So I got to go ahead and Go Up
I Got stack up my paper Adore all the hate and cant let them folks get in my way
People don't feel my Pain or listen to me, So I had to vent this way
I was too turn't up at a young age, But fuck it had to get sum paper
Back In the Days i didn't have a thing, But nowadays Beat the block until you break it
I'm in the whip doing top speed give no fucks about the limit I'm speed racing
I'm Still in the hood like a motor, Trying to do the dash in that V8
I know some solid niggas who gone keep real and won't fold when its time
I know sum young niggas who gone slide about me if you ever cross the line
See I like them 556's play me like a pussy you block gone get cleaned today
A young nigga jumped off the porch
Trying to be in these streets, i'm glad I never caught a case
These Streets not ABC's but B's and C's I bet you never seen a K
I Know some glock's and stick's and real hitters kept i solid the 4 way
I used to where the same clothes
Now i'm on the road doing all these shows trying make a milli o
I was on the block steady catching plays, feeling like I'm Julio
Yeah i'm doing this Shit For Sure
Popping my shit like your hoe
Yeah, Its My Time No I Cant wait no more
I'm Rocking Designer, You know it's the finest you cant get it out the Stores
I'm still that same nigga from 47, who don't show no remorse
Been talking about Popping out for a minute, But really wasn't making no noise
So I got to go ahead and Go Up
I Got stack up my paper Adore all the hate and cant let them folks get in my way
People don't feel my Pain or listen to me, So I had to vent this way
I was too turn't up at a young age, But fuck it had to get sum paper
Back In the Days i didn't have a thing, But nowadays Beat the block until you break it
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Writer(s): Marlin Jackson
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