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