My Time
Niggas said I wouldn't make it, now I'm da biggest in my city
I dropped a bag on bro lawyer and they still tryna say he guilty
My other brother in that cell, He won't get out until he 50
They put a bag on a niggah head, I won't be mad if they come get it
I told these niggas come and get it I stay right up in my city
I be clutchin' on that semi
Like, what the fuck you tryna do I got all the odds against me
And I ain't never been the killer
So let nigga don't try to temp me
And I been ridin' round four deep On that forgiato
Say that nigga want the beef We gon' smoke em like gelato
And that nigga took a plea He was rattin' on the gang
Man what the fuck you got a gun for
If you can't take the chains
Man, I knew I was destined for greatness, I know I made it
I was broke up in the trenches Every penny I found, I saved it
And I knew I was a millionaire I just passionately waited
And when the time came, I showed them real greatest
Lil nigga my dawgs be stayin on go
I ain't never cared about diamonds But that shit on my neck be froze
Hand me downs where I got my clothes, Man we was broke
I had to work a nine to five But that rap shit all I know
And none of these niggas ever believed in me
I done made it out the hood Fuck your sympathy
Call em hop out with that choppa he my mini-me
Boy I'll do your ass dirty, He do you viciously
Like, where the fuck this love shit come from
Everything they sayin' is a lie, but I don't trust them
Smokin' on this dojo, I be in my own zone
I'm smokin' on this dojo, tryna write my own wrongs
I dropped a bag on bro lawyer and they still tryna say he guilty
My other brother in that cell, He won't get out until he 50
They put a bag on a niggah head, I won't be mad if they come get it
I told these niggas come and get it I stay right up in my city
I be clutchin' on that semi
Like, what the fuck you tryna do I got all the odds against me
And I ain't never been the killer
So let nigga don't try to temp me
And I been ridin' round four deep On that forgiato
Say that nigga want the beef We gon' smoke em like gelato
And that nigga took a plea He was rattin' on the gang
Man what the fuck you got a gun for
If you can't take the chains
Man, I knew I was destined for greatness, I know I made it
I was broke up in the trenches Every penny I found, I saved it
And I knew I was a millionaire I just passionately waited
And when the time came, I showed them real greatest
Lil nigga my dawgs be stayin on go
I ain't never cared about diamonds But that shit on my neck be froze
Hand me downs where I got my clothes, Man we was broke
I had to work a nine to five But that rap shit all I know
And none of these niggas ever believed in me
I done made it out the hood Fuck your sympathy
Call em hop out with that choppa he my mini-me
Boy I'll do your ass dirty, He do you viciously
Like, where the fuck this love shit come from
Everything they sayin' is a lie, but I don't trust them
Smokin' on this dojo, I be in my own zone
I'm smokin' on this dojo, tryna write my own wrongs
Credits
Writer(s): Jason Jones
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