Intro (My Time)

I had a dream I bought a CLA
So I could drive around the city, I could see LA
Didn't come from no money, yet my family straight
Big money on my mind like my brain was a bank
I'm on my grind homie
Like in the club when they play
Some reggaetón, got booty poppin
Trynna shake up the place
Who you know to throw it down like a really good fade
No R&B but you know I drop that rhythm with bass, ugh

I Never fucked with no clubs, I prefer bars
Why I drop stupid bars on my songs like, what
No doubt, this is it how it sound
When the sound of my voice hit that bass like, POW! (Ooh)
Oh Damn, what's that shit they talkin bout
Christian Rhymez been the shit, how they just findin' out
Been asleep, like sheep, if you count 'em out
Arguably the dopest underground, but bitch I'm comin' out
Rock kicks on your lips the way you run your mouth
Rocky punch you in your lip if you don't knock it off
Pshh! I don't even claim to be hard
But go hard on this mic, when it's on, like ugh

Aw shit, they love my sound
On my way to PCH before the sun goes down, yeah
Cruise the whip, that's how we get down
On the coast with the bombest dope, smoke so loud, ugh
Can't nobody do it pound for pound, naw
Im droppin' music you gon cruise to in your town, yup
So tap in with me, we gon run it down
Said my time was coming soon and it's now, bitch