Its Time
Hard to find one of these kind of writers
I'm hard to find like ya motherfuckin' lighter
When I die, just recite every line
Just from that, you'll know I'm doin' fine
Save money, but we always kill time
Cut bad, but I always heal fine
Don't wanna beaf scared Ill put em in a rhyme
Words tear through ligaments and hit spines
No fear, I'm livin' in every line
Words make a nigga wanna use nines
Catchin' feelings, they goin' the wrong direction
Blunts peal soon as I feel I'm stressin
I don't trust it, keep him out of my section
Mark my words, my lyrics are lethal weapons
This is mine, pick a whole new profession
This is mine, pick a whole new profe
Off topic, say we livin' to try
Most real niggas already died
Lost my sight, then I started to rhyme
Smaller height, tall ability to climb
Small in height, tall ability to climb
They say they real, I say they know how to hide
Good try
Up and coming skater kinda grind
Paranoia had me lookin' through the blinds
Paranoia had me thinkin' it was time
Hunger pains, I can feel that shit would crime
But for now, I'ma feed that shit with rhymes
With rhymes
Back fucked up, yeah, I been through things
Wrist touch cuffs so I can't wear chains
That's not me, but you gon' hear things
It's like they only believe this shit when it sounds strange
It's like they only believe this shit when it sounds strange
It's like they only believe this shit when it sounds strange
I see my lows, I touch my heights
I want this shit for my whole life
I see my lows, I touch my heights
I want this shit for my whole life
I'm hard to find like ya motherfuckin' lighter
When I die, just recite every line
Just from that, you'll know I'm doin' fine
Save money, but we always kill time
Cut bad, but I always heal fine
Don't wanna beaf scared Ill put em in a rhyme
Words tear through ligaments and hit spines
No fear, I'm livin' in every line
Words make a nigga wanna use nines
Catchin' feelings, they goin' the wrong direction
Blunts peal soon as I feel I'm stressin
I don't trust it, keep him out of my section
Mark my words, my lyrics are lethal weapons
This is mine, pick a whole new profession
This is mine, pick a whole new profe
Off topic, say we livin' to try
Most real niggas already died
Lost my sight, then I started to rhyme
Smaller height, tall ability to climb
Small in height, tall ability to climb
They say they real, I say they know how to hide
Good try
Up and coming skater kinda grind
Paranoia had me lookin' through the blinds
Paranoia had me thinkin' it was time
Hunger pains, I can feel that shit would crime
But for now, I'ma feed that shit with rhymes
With rhymes
Back fucked up, yeah, I been through things
Wrist touch cuffs so I can't wear chains
That's not me, but you gon' hear things
It's like they only believe this shit when it sounds strange
It's like they only believe this shit when it sounds strange
It's like they only believe this shit when it sounds strange
I see my lows, I touch my heights
I want this shit for my whole life
I see my lows, I touch my heights
I want this shit for my whole life
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Writer(s): Jus Elii
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