| Go hard today
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| Can’t worry about the past cause that yesterday
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| I’mma put it on the line cause it’s my time
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Gotta stay on my grind cause it’s my time
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| Guess what time it is? |
| My, my, my time
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| You can check your iPhone, better say it’s iTime
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| I don’t even need a watch, I don’t even see a clock
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| Soon as a I walk in, it feel like me o’clock
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| Yeah, me o’clock, every time I check
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| Niggas don’t measure up and try to blame the Pyrex
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| I’m a do it bigger than a 5X
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| Can’t ride with a L, so I don’t drive Lex
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| Game’s so bickery, so full of trickery
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| Nursery-rhyming: hickory, dickory
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| Blowing that sour, the hood call it «pickery»
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| Biggie, Puffy, Busta, victory
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| My time’s more like fly time
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| Don’t call it «getting dressed», call it in the «sky time»
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| If you ain’t a pilot, you probably couldn’t style it
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| Unless you was a stewardess, you won’t know what to do with this
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| First I took the time out, then I put the time in
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| Money ain’t everything, it’s more about the timing
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| So I got the Audemars, flawless diamonds
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| In other words that’s called perfect timing
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| I feel like a favor, I feel like a savior
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| They clocking my neck: I feel like I’m Flavor
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| I go so hard, Loso God, damn
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| Street fi-di-di-di-damn
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| 0−9, all mines
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| It’s been a few years, now it’s me, about time
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| You know I got committed with it since I’ve been up in the zone
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| Sign the dotted line, now it’s on
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| So y’all better check your wrist-piece
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| Cause it’s time to make history
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| Just hop in here up on this hit streak
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| How the, how the, how the hell you gonna evict me?
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| You know I’m here to stay, never clocking out
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| Big bottles we popping now, no telling where we stopping now
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| And I represent the Chic-a-g-o
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| On the track with F-A-B-O |