Taking my Time
Still on the grind
Taking my time
Homie want plenty of money
Fake shit aside
Feelin too wise
Feeling like Gandhi or something
High as the moon
Feel like a goon
Fresh off the meds and I'm coming
Escaping the blues
Pick and I choose
Pick up the tool
And they runnin'
Homie would die
Homie would
Homie would die for this
Smoking them
Smoking them daffodils
Making them
Making them mad for real
Thinking I'm
Thinking I'm mass appeal
Money too gorgeous
You can't ignore us
Driving a foreign
Diamonds be pouring
Look at the car
Motor delearon
So perfect the rhyme
So just sit tight
I'm taking my time
It ain't no rush
Green is so lush
What is the fuss
Look at rest and I
Stick to my lane
Been through the stress
And I been through pain
Now it's my chance
Yeah I've got a name
Livin my life
Not to explain
But we playing
Not with no cars
Play with the stars
We got the chains
We going far
On this all day
Thank God I prayed
Bullets are sprayed
That's when I sing
That's when I
Still on the grind
Taking my time
Homie want plenty of money
Fake shit aside
Feeling too wise
Feeling like Gandhi or aomething
High as the moon
Feel like a goon
Fresh off the meds and I'm coming
Escaping the blues
Pick and I choose
Pick up the tool
And they runnin'
Taking my time
Homie want plenty of money
Fake shit aside
Feelin too wise
Feeling like Gandhi or something
High as the moon
Feel like a goon
Fresh off the meds and I'm coming
Escaping the blues
Pick and I choose
Pick up the tool
And they runnin'
Homie would die
Homie would
Homie would die for this
Smoking them
Smoking them daffodils
Making them
Making them mad for real
Thinking I'm
Thinking I'm mass appeal
Money too gorgeous
You can't ignore us
Driving a foreign
Diamonds be pouring
Look at the car
Motor delearon
So perfect the rhyme
So just sit tight
I'm taking my time
It ain't no rush
Green is so lush
What is the fuss
Look at rest and I
Stick to my lane
Been through the stress
And I been through pain
Now it's my chance
Yeah I've got a name
Livin my life
Not to explain
But we playing
Not with no cars
Play with the stars
We got the chains
We going far
On this all day
Thank God I prayed
Bullets are sprayed
That's when I sing
That's when I
Still on the grind
Taking my time
Homie want plenty of money
Fake shit aside
Feeling too wise
Feeling like Gandhi or aomething
High as the moon
Feel like a goon
Fresh off the meds and I'm coming
Escaping the blues
Pick and I choose
Pick up the tool
And they runnin'
Credits
Writer(s): Hassan Waly
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