My Time Coming
I feel my time comin soon yea, feel my time, feel my time coming soon
I'm too impatient with this shit, I gotta get it
I got love for all my brothers, when I blow I gotta split it
Way too loyal to the grind, I'm too committed
Ain't no Overs over here, if he run off, aim at hiz fitted
Fah, fah, fah, fah, we coming with it
Please just act like you got sense, cause you a bitch
We know you timid, pray to God when I'm pissed off and I get livid
Money never been a thing, I buy it all when I go spend it
Gucci, Louis on my feet, they know I'm dripping
Nanii always showing out he don't show mercy
He be tripping, hoez be on it, cause he gifted with his pimpin
I'm like Jordan and Kareem, you more like niggas that ain't winning
They be hating on the kid, I feel the tensions
But just keep it to yourself, cause if you tripping, you go missin
CPR ain't finna help for your condition
Told me aim for knees and toes, but head and shoulders gon' be missing
Grew up banging Jesus Christ, my family Christian
I could've been found the light, but I was dumb, I didn't listen
Every nigga around me getting to that bag, that's just how it is
22 and single, bitch, I ain't got no kids
I will never knock no niggas hustle, get it how you live
I got love for any nigga grinding, taking care of kids
When I was sitting in detention, they ain't picture this
Flying around the country, making money in expensive drip
Really made our people be they slaves in the field and shit
Now we rocking diamonds, smoking ounces in exotic whipz
Jannai ain't never been a witness, that's that goofy shit
Telling to the people that Oppressed us on some stupid shit
I could've watched them do tha shit, I still ain't see it, bitch
Take it to the grave, my lips is closed, that's how I'm keeping it
My dick was made to reproduce, but she keep eating it
He keep saying that he rich as fuck, but I ain't seeing it
Sneak dissin and hating on the gram like I ain't peeping it
Delete it off your story or as simple, you won't speak again
I'm too impatient with this shit, I gotta get it
I got love for all my brothers, when I blow I gotta split it
Way too loyal to the grind, I'm too committed
Ain't no Overs over here, if he run off, aim at hiz fitted
Fah, fah, fah, fah, we coming with it
Please just act like you got sense, cause you a bitch
We know you timid, pray to God when I'm pissed off and I get livid
Money never been a thing, I buy it all when I go spend it
Gucci, Louis on my feet, they know I'm dripping
Nanii always showing out he don't show mercy
He be tripping, hoez be on it, cause he gifted with his pimpin
I'm like Jordan and Kareem, you more like niggas that ain't winning
They be hating on the kid, I feel the tensions
But just keep it to yourself, cause if you tripping, you go missin
CPR ain't finna help for your condition
Told me aim for knees and toes, but head and shoulders gon' be missing
Grew up banging Jesus Christ, my family Christian
I could've been found the light, but I was dumb, I didn't listen
Every nigga around me getting to that bag, that's just how it is
22 and single, bitch, I ain't got no kids
I will never knock no niggas hustle, get it how you live
I got love for any nigga grinding, taking care of kids
When I was sitting in detention, they ain't picture this
Flying around the country, making money in expensive drip
Really made our people be they slaves in the field and shit
Now we rocking diamonds, smoking ounces in exotic whipz
Jannai ain't never been a witness, that's that goofy shit
Telling to the people that Oppressed us on some stupid shit
I could've watched them do tha shit, I still ain't see it, bitch
Take it to the grave, my lips is closed, that's how I'm keeping it
My dick was made to reproduce, but she keep eating it
He keep saying that he rich as fuck, but I ain't seeing it
Sneak dissin and hating on the gram like I ain't peeping it
Delete it off your story or as simple, you won't speak again
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Writer(s): Jannai French
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