Our Time
Hero made that right
I don't know what's goin' on
I'm gettin' to the racks
Now that nigga call me "Bro" (nigga call me "Bro")
Now they pull up to my show
I'm just doin' me
They comparin' all my flows (they comparin' all my flows)
And they don't even know (and they don't even know)
And you don't even know, and we don't even know
I just know I'm 'bout to blow, I just know I'm 'bout to glow
Shout out to my nigga Vell (yeah), yeah, you know he from the North
Got your bitch, she on my body and she sucking me on soft
Why these niggas talking hot? Boy, you know that you ain't tough
Nigga, I ain't gon' lie, got me really fucked up, really fucked up
Really fucked up, really fucked up
Got me really fucked up, really fucked up
Really fucked up, really fucked up
Got me really fucked up (brrt)
I swear, I don't fuck with these niggas (nah)
I'm tired, I act like I fuck with these niggas (nah)
It's like, 'cause they ain't get fake, I get bigger (nah)
Sometimes I don't even wanna get bigger
I remember when I didn't look in the mirror
Now I see I'm the man when I look in the mirror (oh, I'm the man)
Are you really the man that you see in the mirror?
Is that really your gang?
Did they help you get here? (Help you get here)
And the fit gon' drip, it don't matter what I wear
I could wear a Nike sweatsuit with a Moncler (with a Moncler)
And it's gon' be angelic as long as I'm here
They say "Lil Tecca"
"What style in your hair?" ("What style in your hair?")
And a shawty on my body, I don't even want her (want her)
Real cold outside, I ain't even gon' burr (fuck that)
Found out that some niggas, they be using me for clout, yeah
Pull up on your block, all my niggas gon' skrt
Shout out to my nigga Vell (yeah), yeah, you know he from the North
Got your bitch, she on my body and she sucking me on soft
Why these niggas talking hot? Boy, you know that you ain't tough
Nigga, I ain't gon' lie, got me really fucked up, really fucked up
Really fucked up, really fucked up
Got me really fucked up, really fucked up
Really fucked up, really fucked up
Got me really fucked up
I don't know what's goin' on
I'm gettin' to the racks
Now that nigga call me "Bro" (nigga call me "Bro")
Now they pull up to my show
I'm just doin' me
They comparin' all my flows (they comparin' all my flows)
And they don't even know (and they don't even know)
And you don't even know, and we don't even know
I just know I'm 'bout to blow, I just know I'm 'bout to glow
Shout out to my nigga Vell (yeah), yeah, you know he from the North
Got your bitch, she on my body and she sucking me on soft
Why these niggas talking hot? Boy, you know that you ain't tough
Nigga, I ain't gon' lie, got me really fucked up, really fucked up
Really fucked up, really fucked up
Got me really fucked up, really fucked up
Really fucked up, really fucked up
Got me really fucked up (brrt)
I swear, I don't fuck with these niggas (nah)
I'm tired, I act like I fuck with these niggas (nah)
It's like, 'cause they ain't get fake, I get bigger (nah)
Sometimes I don't even wanna get bigger
I remember when I didn't look in the mirror
Now I see I'm the man when I look in the mirror (oh, I'm the man)
Are you really the man that you see in the mirror?
Is that really your gang?
Did they help you get here? (Help you get here)
And the fit gon' drip, it don't matter what I wear
I could wear a Nike sweatsuit with a Moncler (with a Moncler)
And it's gon' be angelic as long as I'm here
They say "Lil Tecca"
"What style in your hair?" ("What style in your hair?")
And a shawty on my body, I don't even want her (want her)
Real cold outside, I ain't even gon' burr (fuck that)
Found out that some niggas, they be using me for clout, yeah
Pull up on your block, all my niggas gon' skrt
Shout out to my nigga Vell (yeah), yeah, you know he from the North
Got your bitch, she on my body and she sucking me on soft
Why these niggas talking hot? Boy, you know that you ain't tough
Nigga, I ain't gon' lie, got me really fucked up, really fucked up
Really fucked up, really fucked up
Got me really fucked up, really fucked up
Really fucked up, really fucked up
Got me really fucked up
Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Justin Sharpe, Jeroen Leendert Groenendijk
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