Jack Jacobs & Phil Phanatic - In Time

I don't got no time for games
Lemme keep it straight and say some things
Shawty you done left my heart in pain
When I needed you the most
You was switchin
Never knew this tho
Thought you love me
Thought we coolin tho
Stabbed my back
Chuckin up dueces hoe
Chuckin up dueces
Girl you was ruthless
She never bout that love
Shawty clueless
She break ya bank
Leave ya mofuckin blueless
Heart in ya hand
Feelin like you was foolish
How could you do this
You was the coolest
She was my Bonnie
Why she turnin ghoulish
Why she takin souls
An leavin him shoeless
Leave a man with nothin
Leavin em useless
Since I been ballin
She call my name
Baby switchin
Shawty want chain
Get it goin
Is you lost
Insane
She be toxic
Only want one thing
Lady I know about an you
Heard you jumpin, humpin any down dude
See that paper
Them legs drippy drown
Ooo
Got too many dreams
Can't even be round you

I know that I'm gonna shine
I gotta grind
I'm Finna get it in time
Mama done told me that I was the dime
One in a million
That one of a kind
I gotta vision I'm destined to find
Chasin them digits off makin a rhyme
Started from the bottom
We finna rise
I climb the mountain
You said was to high

Yeah I find that shit so funny
How shit goes
Give roses to these hoes
They roll and leave ya cold an fold
See now, I'm tryna get my money on

An I made my mind up
Double down an steady grind up
Chasin riches for that timer
That Richard milly lookin nicer
That Gucci, Louis, new designer
Gon treat me better than a dimer
I'll make it fore I fuckin find her
No need to rush it
Love will find us
I'm just tryna make rain ya
I been runnin from all a this pain
I'm just tryna make a change ya
I ain't never new I would sing
I remember when they used laugh ya ya
Now they be screamin name
An Shorty Vibin to my new new
Got her hooked to my shit like it's caine
Hooked to this pain
Feel what I'm sayin
Tell them horror stories you entertained
Pop an addy
Elevate like a plane
Fly like an eagle
I soar through the rain
Chasin my change
Ain't nothin change
I be stacking collard green for that range
An I Ain't never losin sight of my plays
Only the family, My brothers, and Jay

I know that I'm gonna shine
I gotta grind
I'm Finna get it in time
Mama done told me that I was the dime
One in a million
That one of a kind
I gotta vision I'm destined to find
Chasin them digits off makin a rhyme
Started from the bottom
We finna rise
I climb the mountain
You said was to high

Yeah I find that shit so funny
How shit goes
Give roses to these hoes
They roll and leave ya cold an fold
See now, I'm tryna get my money on

Written by:
Bubba's Studios, Jack Tyerman

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