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Young H the Great - My Time Lyrics



Young H the Great - My Time Lyrics




Back on solid ground
I'm just touching down
Came from outta town
But now I'm back around

F*ck niggas talking about
I'm the type to walk it out
Run up on me sqwuaking out
Rip they chalk u out

On a mission by myself
I ain't ask for niggas help
Only one can wear the belt
But a ring is something else

Share the wealth move in stealth
I don't do this for my health
Bet u bitches back up off me if I
Ever took a L

Cover spreads got me getting bread
F*ck a chicken head
Need my money then I catch the head
Not unless she paying

Sike I'm playing
Pipe I get to laying
She won't get to stay an
I be gone before she notice
Like the gingerbread man

Yah yah
Avoid the drama, counting commas
Youngin's posted with block ah
Bitch it's Bye bye

Hell nah
This ain't no fraud shit
This that raw shit
I ain't gotta see a dime but
It a all make sense

It's
My time, my time
I shine, they blind
I'm next in the line
I'm destined to fly

I waited my turn
No crash, no burn
Just profits to earn
It's my time for sure

It's
My time, my time
I shine, they blind
I'm next in the line
I'm destined to fly

I waited my turn
No crash, no burn
Just profits to earn
It's my time for sure

Can't look back all I see is what's in front of me
All this shit I been thru and shit was never done to me

I be living comfortably
Lounging puffing plenty trees
Watching all these mini me's
Copy like it's 10 of me

Every week another clothing line floating in the streets
Ask me do I feel the heat when all the time I kill the streets

F*ck nah I be saying get ya money dawg, just don't swagger jack the wave that u surfing on

See at the surface y'all
Just view me 1 way
I'm a humble ppl person
Who done seen some dark days

I can't let u get beside me
Less we cool or ok
Don't trust a soul in these streets
If u a threat I'm gone spray

Came from whipping Parkay
Dropping wet on parsley
Wrapping sacks in the foil
Smokers copping all day

Running smack across state
Chilled before I caught a case
Now I'm sitting on my shit like a dog in a cage

No more balling outta rage
Nigga time to act my age
I ain't beefing with these youngins
I won't help n a grave

All these jokers outta place
Bullets sit u outta space
Say ya grace, we id ya face
Ain't nobody safe

They won't trick me off the streets
I'm gone knock like trick or treat
Got some goodies n my bag
But this shit ain't nothing sweet

Got the heat
Got some weed
And a couple o's of lean
Couple chargers n some money
Bitch I'm outchea doing me

It's
My time, my time
I shine, they blind
I'm next in the line
I'm destined to fly

I waited my turn
No crash, no burn
Just profits to earn
It's my time for sure

It's
My time, my time
I shine, they blind
I'm next in the line
I'm destined to fly

I waited my turn
No crash, no burn
Just profits to earn
It's my time for sure
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Back on solid ground
I'm just touching down
Came from outta town
But now I'm back around

F*ck niggas talking about
I'm the type to walk it out
Run up on me sqwuaking out
Rip they chalk u out

On a mission by myself
I ain't ask for niggas help
Only one can wear the belt
But a ring is something else

Share the wealth move in stealth
I don't do this for my health
Bet u bitches back up off me if I
Ever took a L

Cover spreads got me getting bread
F*ck a chicken head
Need my money then I catch the head
Not unless she paying

Sike I'm playing
Pipe I get to laying
She won't get to stay an
I be gone before she notice
Like the gingerbread man

Yah yah
Avoid the drama, counting commas
Youngin's posted with block ah
Bitch it's Bye bye

Hell nah
This ain't no fraud shit
This that raw shit
I ain't gotta see a dime but
It a all make sense

It's
My time, my time
I shine, they blind
I'm next in the line
I'm destined to fly

I waited my turn
No crash, no burn
Just profits to earn
It's my time for sure

It's
My time, my time
I shine, they blind
I'm next in the line
I'm destined to fly

I waited my turn
No crash, no burn
Just profits to earn
It's my time for sure

Can't look back all I see is what's in front of me
All this shit I been thru and shit was never done to me

I be living comfortably
Lounging puffing plenty trees
Watching all these mini me's
Copy like it's 10 of me

Every week another clothing line floating in the streets
Ask me do I feel the heat when all the time I kill the streets

F*ck nah I be saying get ya money dawg, just don't swagger jack the wave that u surfing on

See at the surface y'all
Just view me 1 way
I'm a humble ppl person
Who done seen some dark days

I can't let u get beside me
Less we cool or ok
Don't trust a soul in these streets
If u a threat I'm gone spray

Came from whipping Parkay
Dropping wet on parsley
Wrapping sacks in the foil
Smokers copping all day

Running smack across state
Chilled before I caught a case
Now I'm sitting on my shit like a dog in a cage

No more balling outta rage
Nigga time to act my age
I ain't beefing with these youngins
I won't help n a grave

All these jokers outta place
Bullets sit u outta space
Say ya grace, we id ya face
Ain't nobody safe

They won't trick me off the streets
I'm gone knock like trick or treat
Got some goodies n my bag
But this shit ain't nothing sweet

Got the heat
Got some weed
And a couple o's of lean
Couple chargers n some money
Bitch I'm outchea doing me

It's
My time, my time
I shine, they blind
I'm next in the line
I'm destined to fly

I waited my turn
No crash, no burn
Just profits to earn
It's my time for sure

It's
My time, my time
I shine, they blind
I'm next in the line
I'm destined to fly

I waited my turn
No crash, no burn
Just profits to earn
It's my time for sure
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Writer: Howard Stevens
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Performed By: Young H the Great
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