Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Time, artist - Statik Selektah. Album song What Goes Around, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Duck Down, Showoff
Song language: English
My Time |
Our culture, need to see it through them bifocals |
You could say they hold you, but they don’t really know you |
Took my team with me, now we going bi-coastal |
Out in Paris fucking the baddest, you can’t imagine |
When I’m rapping so smooth like silk, you so satin |
Getting fly every week like fuck fashion |
With one passion, that’s to make it to the top |
That’s until my heart stop, and the fucking beat drop |
You can only peep, but you can’t tweak the technique |
I’m intelligent, yes, I am a New York City resident |
It’s evident smoking on this weed like it’s my medicine |
I’m telling her, ain’t no catching 'em, my niggas wrecking shit |
Bomb shit, you could say my niggas Vietnam shit |
A lot of hot shit when I vomit, no conscience |
My future looking so amazing |
History in the making |
My time is now |
(Honestly my future looking promising) |
They say life is what you make it |
Coming up from the basement (courtesy of NYC) |
My time is now |
(What time is it?) |
(Honestly my future looking promising) |
Watching CJ Electronica shock them all |
Been fly with so much in store, stay out of the shopping mall |
Me against the world, I’m grounded on my feet, my soul strong |
Versus what you rotate, that’s weak |
And verses I wrote, eight this week |
Days passing by, Earth going ‘round to me |
All I ask is where to ash this weed |
Then pass the tree to one like one, two, three |
Life is what you make it, get the batter and the bacon grease |
Look who made this like it was baked in crisp |
Bars like they locked me up and threw away the key |
Got such a rotten mouth I might offend the king |
All I talk about is life and my life ain’t so sweet |
They left the game in rumbles and I came to sweep |
Laid the dude like latitude cause my lines atlas |
From the school of hard-knocks and I ain’t enlist |
I hope you get to see this light before the shadow conquer |
I hope sometimes you understand you gotta battle longer |
Cause if you feeling like you sinking, over think and wonder |
And believe you in it deeper, that’s just shallow water |
I hope I get to see you graduate |
I hope your life can be as nice as what the families play |
On television, but we know they just elaborate |
All these life conditions, please forgive me 'fore I pass away |
So how we make it this far? |
How much longer do we fly? |
How many times can I fall until my legs don’t wanna rise? |
Until my body straight collapse or my toes blister up? |
You was missing all the time, why would I envision trust? |
I be lying if I just deny that I imprisoned us |
I was lying both of that, but you were wilding in the cut |
Yo, I rip the Xannies down the spirals of my guts |
I was tripping thinking my survival leases up |
I’m prescripted, this is just a picture I was tryna sign |
My remission was quicker the times I swallow pride |
Yeah, so don’t judge me, shit was ugly |
Not like you was thinking of me |