J. Ban - Time

I time you on my watch
I put you on the clock
Hoes be on my feet
But I ain't wearing crocs
Living life up on the edge
Chilling on the dock
Ain't been myself
All this stress
I should see the doc
Fuck it
Cause I got to lock up on my craft
Ducking all your shots
The Army passed you in the draft
Just dove in the water
Shit so wavy, riding rafts
In the future on a yacht while I'm writing raps
That's what I see
Dolphins jumping when they hear my beats
It'll take some time but catch me
Gulf of Mexico
Rolling leafs with like three or four Spanish hoes
Im so mad because these bitches got no manners though
A change of plans and ill disappear like Houdini
Im at the crib on the K
You won't ever see me
Unless you go to Ralph's and trap me while I'm crate diggin'
I'll let you pass the time
Way too focused on my vision
And I know it take time baby
I know it take time
Been so locked in on the grind lately
I'm only owed what is mine
Me, myself, and I on this mic
Im going Tyson
Bar for bar
Punch for Punch
You can't really fight it
Every instrumental that I'm on
I Kimbo Slice it
Studio or the ring
Location doesn't matter
Putting up a fight
So confident in beat battles
And my flow just be riding like a paddle boat
On my soul if you hearing
It dismantles folks
Thrown in ugly situations but I handle those
Quickly
And if not I find the way to solve it
Bury all my problems
I throw em' in a coffin
Along with the evil, tired of the haters watching
Ive been informed that they swarm
All of it is toxic
Read you backwards like they do the comics in Japan
Bumping Chronic
Got two Swishers filled up with a gram
So ironic lose the bread when you in the jam
Returning from the dead
Just to show you I'm the man
Motherfucker I'm the man

Written by:
Joseph Banda

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