SelfMade Tray - my time

Give me my time
So I can shine on all these niggas (Niggas)
Self-made Tray ain't never ran from no opp killer (Killer)
I got diamonds on my neck
Pass to my hitter (Hitter)
Chopper make a nigga scatter like his mistress (Mistress)
30 in the clip
I swear this bitch extended (Extended)
I got bitches off the Molly in my mentions (Mentions)
But a nigga ain't even on that right now (What)
Why they all want my sound (What)
And they jocking my style (Huh)
I done ran in opps house (What)
I done kicked that bitch out (On God)
Cause Self-made Tray ain't never ever ever ducking no smoke (No)
Man these niggas ain't no gangsters
They be killing over hoes (Damn)
Now a nigga got some big swag
That's why they at my throat (On God)
Now I'm rolling off the kickstand
Off this dope (Huh)
Put a beam his nose (Fah)
Boy I put it on my kids I ain't switching on the set (No no)
I got different color diamonds and they dancing on my neck (On God)
I got different color bitches and they in here getting wet (No cap)
Now these niggas on the gram they posting blickeys trying to flex (What what)
She told me she fuck with Self-made Tray
She want a nigga sex (No)
I had told the bitch to back back
I only want the best (On God)
I had just turned 19 cashing checks
A nigga really blessed (Really blessed)
If a nigga said he count me out
I told the bitch to bet (What)
I been grinding, shit, a hundred miles
I really don't need rest
I been aiming for his top because I don't want to hit his vest (No)
With my shooters, no computers
But they toting on a tech
And my gang is like some stairs because them niggas really step (Yeah)
Imma let the beat ride out
And I'm dancing when the night out
And I'm dancing with the light out
Give me my time
So I can shine on all these niggas (Niggas)
Self-made Tray ain't never ran from no opp killer (Killer)
I got diamonds on my neck
Pass to my hitter (Hitter)
Chopper make a nigga scatter like his mistress (Mistress)
30 in the clip
I swear this bitch extended (Extended)
I got bitches off the Molly in my mentions (Mentions)
But a nigga ain't even on that right now (What)
Why they all want my sound (What?)
And they jocking my style (Huh)
I done ran in opps house (What)
I done kicked that bitch out (On God)
She say hey to me
I say wagwan (Wagwan)
Know you got a man
But it's my time (My time)
Shout out nigga Top
But it's my line (My line)
Buss him in his top
I am not lying (Not lying)
I know you scared
But it's alright (Alright)
I know this wrong
But you so fine (So fine)
Waited so long
Now I'm gone shine (Gone shine)
I got two phones
But I decline (Decline)
Baby girl, we can not keep on going (No)
And I'm missing you
But I keep on flowing (On God)
Rocking Jimmy Choo while I'm in this show and (Huh)
Imma smoke the pain away
I keep on blowing
And baby imma fade away
I feel like Kobe (Kobe)
And baby this shit hurt me
But you ain't gone know it (No)
And baby while your love go away
I'll keep on growing (Yeah)
And bae I got a 43 up in this holster
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Give me my time
So I can shine on all these niggas (Niggas)
Self-made Tray ain't never ran from no opp killer (Killer)
I got diamonds on my neck
Pass to my hitter (Hitter)
30 in the clip
I swear this bitch extended (Extended)
Chopper make a nigga scatter like his mistress (Mistress)
I got bitches off the molly in my mentions (Mentions)
But a nigga ain't even on that right now (What)
Why they all want my sound (What)
And they all jack my style (Huh)
I done ran in opps house (what)
I done kicked that bitch out (No cap)

Written by:
Trajan Davis

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