Nasty - My Time

Uh, the next up to bat just like a baseball team. Doing everything I need just to obtain my dreams.

I don’t care about the cars, or the watches, or cream. I wanna hear the crowd scream, with my name on the screens.

You see the more I get richer, the homies houses get bigger. Give my parents 6 figures and buy two cribs for my sisters.

You could say I’m lubed up the way my rhymes getting slicker. I’ll take my girl out to dinner and buy her Gucci to fit her.

I say this truly, yo I’m always gonna keep shit real. Do it all on my own, I don’t need no deal.

Bitch I’m gunning for the throne, I don’t need no steel. I shoot skill with lyrics, that you actually feel.

My mind is ill, I make medicine sick. I build a thick wall just as quick as they lay a brick.

Yo I’m double hard working, and I’m way more determined. That’s the difference, when I make it, I’ll be screaming out I earned this.

Chorus: 1:00

Ouuu, baby it’s my time, never gonna give up, I’m always on my grind, yeaa.

Write from dusk to the sunrise, they always gonna hate but I’m perfect in my eyes. x2

Verse 2: 1:25

Yea they laugh cuz I’m different but I laugh cuz they the same. They stay hating, I ignore um cuz they not in my lane.

I got a brain, I see real from the fake, keep my circle contained, cuz I see friend from the snakes.

Religious flow, like lint, I stay in my pocket, pick up the mic and never drop it. Won’t ever top this.

I Blast off likes rockets and turn um on like sockets. I know I got this, in 5 years I’ll be a prophet.

While stacking profit, for both me my people. Damn, these rappers got me dozing off like a sleep pill.

Sprinting up mountains, they can’t jog up a steep hill. I stand out, all the way up like a steeple.

Yea it’s been a minute since I’ve dropped, but I’m back at it, like a crack addict, ask me where my talent at, I done had it.

Not the most talented in the game. But I been working harder, and the work gone bring me the fame

They gone remember my name, Say that I never changed. The way my pen game is only getting better with age.

This just a page of my book, one of 1000 the hook. This ain’t phase, I’m addicted, to making people shook.

So all you lame ass haters, please just stay in your lane. Don’t fuck with traitors, so when I blow don’t hop on the train.

Rap shits my domain, addicted like it’s cocaine. Y’all perpetrators, I’m gladiator. Maintaining my reign.

Chorus: 2:30

Ouuu, baby it’s my time, never gonna give up, I’m always on my grind, yeaa.

Write from dusk to the sunrise, they always gonna hate but I’m perfect in my eyes.

Verse 3: 2:52

Yea follow some words that I’ve seen on the gram. Willing to do what others won’t to achieve what others can’t.

I call it discipline, catch you simpletons steady trembling. I’m planting my seed, so I grow up and stay glistening.

Rappers think this shits a sprint not a marathon. Get lucky with a hit and blow up like the pentagon.

They get there advance, start buying watches and fancy cars. They fall off and now they all in debt, gotta sell their cars.

It’s ironic, that why I stick to my own pace. And when the time comes, I’ll stack the bread with no trace.

Cuz lots of people two faced, they lying, call it a rat race, keep my circle contained in a small space.

Got a 90s flow, always pay homage, to all the kings, dead or alive, who’s rising or falling.

I’m talking Pac, Biggie, and Nas, Jay-Z, and Common. All those legends that paved the way will not be forgotten.

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