[Verse 1]
I'm ten toes down in the game they was waitin' for a heads up
I crept up hungry and I'm fed up
Livin' in a set up where the powers that be ain't tryna let up
Graduated from the street with degrees I got my cred up I'm next up
And I see they startna see it too
We come from a different breed the reason we stay aloof
The booth, is where I put in
The proof, is in the pudding
They love love in like bill cosby call me the young fonzy
I Polly exotic hoes
Make ya girl neck til' the muscles flex in ha collar bone
Feel me cuz I spit from the soul and be in all kind of zones
You ain't tryna build nothin' bigger fuck is you grindin fo
Revenue what my mind is on
Standing out cuz I'm tired clones talkin' made shit
But be workers til' they die then punch in for grave shifts
You witnessing greatness, and it's bout that time
You can bet one thing and that's I'm gon' shine
[Hook]
Time waits for no man clock still ticking
Tryna stay level on this road to get rich
Look at my wrist and it's my time, my time, my time
Throughout the highs and lows
Been grinding and lord knows
I stay true to myself no matter wherever I go
Just knows that's its my time, my time, my time
[Verse 2]
They say the eyes are the windows to ya soul
I'm chiefing this La they peep inside but blinds stay low
Gold mind hope they get a glimpse of light from my glow
You promise to wine and dine her and buy her designer clothes
I ain't lyin to these hoes
Hit it then back to work
I spit venom in every verse
New beginning's an early dose
Of that antidote
Flow more potent than weed coke and the dope
Lost hope that the hood breed stars ya need a telescope
Been tellin' folks lyrical rebellion in the ghetto so
Many damn clown ass rappers should be tellin jokes
This ain't a hoax or a gimmick u ca feel this
Learn something have a good time while bumping real shit
I kill shit cuz it's not a game out here
They took chains off niggas still slaves out here
Hatas hate that glare, when you shining
And thanks to the man upstairs, perfect timing
[Hook] 2x
Time waits for no man clock still ticking
Tryna stay level on this road to get rich
Look at my wrist and it's my time, my time, my time
Throughout the highs and lows
Been grinding and lord knows
I stay true to myself no matter wherever I go
Just knows that's its my time, my time, my time
I'm ten toes down in the game they was waitin' for a heads up
I crept up hungry and I'm fed up
Livin' in a set up where the powers that be ain't tryna let up
Graduated from the street with degrees I got my cred up I'm next up
And I see they startna see it too
We come from a different breed the reason we stay aloof
The booth, is where I put in
The proof, is in the pudding
They love love in like bill cosby call me the young fonzy
I Polly exotic hoes
Make ya girl neck til' the muscles flex in ha collar bone
Feel me cuz I spit from the soul and be in all kind of zones
You ain't tryna build nothin' bigger fuck is you grindin fo
Revenue what my mind is on
Standing out cuz I'm tired clones talkin' made shit
But be workers til' they die then punch in for grave shifts
You witnessing greatness, and it's bout that time
You can bet one thing and that's I'm gon' shine
[Hook]
Time waits for no man clock still ticking
Tryna stay level on this road to get rich
Look at my wrist and it's my time, my time, my time
Throughout the highs and lows
Been grinding and lord knows
I stay true to myself no matter wherever I go
Just knows that's its my time, my time, my time
[Verse 2]
They say the eyes are the windows to ya soul
I'm chiefing this La they peep inside but blinds stay low
Gold mind hope they get a glimpse of light from my glow
You promise to wine and dine her and buy her designer clothes
I ain't lyin to these hoes
Hit it then back to work
I spit venom in every verse
New beginning's an early dose
Of that antidote
Flow more potent than weed coke and the dope
Lost hope that the hood breed stars ya need a telescope
Been tellin' folks lyrical rebellion in the ghetto so
Many damn clown ass rappers should be tellin jokes
This ain't a hoax or a gimmick u ca feel this
Learn something have a good time while bumping real shit
I kill shit cuz it's not a game out here
They took chains off niggas still slaves out here
Hatas hate that glare, when you shining
And thanks to the man upstairs, perfect timing
[Hook] 2x
Time waits for no man clock still ticking
Tryna stay level on this road to get rich
Look at my wrist and it's my time, my time, my time
Throughout the highs and lows
Been grinding and lord knows
I stay true to myself no matter wherever I go
Just knows that's its my time, my time, my time
( Superb )
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