Prime Time

Dear Lord, can you save me
Hope the rap shit make me
Cut the trap shit crazy
Play the field like a safety

Niggas won't hate me
My jugs can't break me
That reaper can't tape me
Cause a nigga here for greatness

Can't stop, won't stop, I'll never quit
Did the trap shit, now time to go legit
And do the rap shit so I can really do it big
For my kinfolks and my niggas in the pen

Life full of sins, in middle school we drinking gin
Shooting dice at the age of ten
Fist fights, turn the gun fight
Hit the ground all night until the sunlight

Now I'm rocking bright ice, chilling, living life
Stinking to the money, nigga, why you living lies
Throw me in the studio and watch me come alive
Like Kama Ashton, baby, it's my time to shine

It been a long line, bet I kept a strong mind
Put me in the game, we gon' call it prime time
It been a long line, bet I kept a strong mind
Throw me in the booth, we gon' call it prime time

Alright



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Writer(s): Tremain Warner
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