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Woke up at six (six), pray to a .9 (.9)

12 , was already runnin' from twelve, a nigga was flyin'

Ayy, I got the time today, bitch, I got the time

Ayy, I got the time today, bitch, I got the time (time)

Time is of the essence, I'm progressively improvin'

Impressive and I'm pressin' if you second-guess my movements

First to the bullshit

Who tryna hang with me? I brought the nooses

I draw the stainless like you draw conclusions

It's a ball of confusion

The writings on the wall was all illusion

You got the drip, but that shit all pollution

I shot the clip and had another for the audible

All the bullshit aside, boy, I got plenty time

I've been ready for whatever, anytime

From a city where niggas on killin' time

In your pockets for nickels or penny, dimes

Nigga shot him, but, shit, he got minimized

We was livin' by, Ma would go inside behind the window, hide

Fee-fi-fo, niggas slide

Tryna dodge bullets from a dodge

God left when the winter came, then the summer died

Rain, rain, come another time

I'll be rappin' 'til I'm mummified

Tell your favorite rapper it's pajama time

He a ugly bastard, but a son of mine

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