For the Times

RIP Robin Williams, funny guys always go first
I'ma stop tellin' my dad jokes before I wind up in this hearse
I put that bitch in reverse, that skirt skirt I swerve
Up and down her curves, calmin' down her nerves
Plenty mistakes been made in this place no time to waste I've learned
Runnin' this race not getting last place whoever I face concerned
Puffin' that vape she runnin' real late (Running real late, running real late)
Puffin' that grape been runnin' real late (Running real late, running real late)
I was always skippin' class, teachers always getting mad
I made one cry she got so sad because she saw the potential I had
I am just too fucking rad
Your life is boring you's a lag
She said can you get me a rag
Bust on chests I'm not trynna be a dad (Haha)
Not yet, I've just been placing my bets
I walk in casino I feel like bambino and then I just place it on red
That strategy is not the best, I don't really have much left
But I still have faith in the heavens above even though I'm not crossin' my chest

Everyday we ridin' high for the times
Trynna catch a vibe when I rhyme
Everyday they always callin' my line
But we vibe, we ride
I can't go down, cause I don't know how, it's not too late, my time is now
Said everyday we ridin' high for the times
The times, the times, yeah

Seein' the sun in the morning
Moving forward and I ain't lookin it back
They tell a young nigga to smile more
Life ain't a game, stop playin with that
Touch road in the night
I-45 bumpin' Sade Adu
In my own head when I'm catching a vibe, give it away, I never could do
I got problems on problems that I'm steady solving like Jay said
I promise a bitch ain't enough
Don't care if I say it 100 times I'm takin' time and that's just how I'm given it up
Pressure, applying that shit like I'm lookin' for work cause I ain't got enough
Rockin' the Jesus piece up on my chest like a glock 45 I'm just keepin' it tucked
Speak to the masses, do what you want, don't ever ask it
Here for a while, some of these rappers really ain't lastin'
Fake in they heart, the faces they make they all made of plastic
I don't want no part of that shit, I promise you boys can have it
I'm having falling outs with people I ain't even really cool with, who is you foolin'
Come to me with demands like you know me dog what is you doin'
I'm on the up and up, keepin' out of the mess you be selling, I see you be fuckin' up
My ops is teaming up, I'm winning the race and these niggas still catching up

Everyday we ridin' high for the times
Trynna catch a vibe when I rhyme
Everyday they always callin' my line
But we vibe, we ride
I can't go down, cause I don't know how, it's not too late, my time is now
See everyday we ridin' high for the times
The times, the times, yeah



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Writer(s): Brandon Knight
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