lul timm - it's my time lyrics
[hook: quando rondo & lul timm]
i swear to god, i risked it all for that paper
i watched the ones, that say they love me, turn to haters
everytime they call my phone, they need a favor
it hurt my heart, i lost my dawg by the lakers
and ever since that date, i swear that we been spinnin’
’til the f_ckin’ day, i lay ’em in the trenches
i’m just tryna make a play, not talkin’ scrimmage
red rum, all a n_gga know is k!lling
most wanted dope boy, too expensive
brand new rollie 41, glock with extension
lil whoadie jump from off the porch, without his pistol
c_cash out in designer stores, i’m rockin’ fendi
before i walk from out the door, my mama kiss me
stick to the code, that’s all i know, until i’m finished
hustlin’ hard, we sellin’ dope, life in the trenches
all the whoadie really want is a few million
[verse: lul timm]
my mama told me “don’t you worry, son”
33rd, my corner always posted with that .30 on me
early birds come get the worm, so i be up like early morning
clean as h_ll, no dish detergent
lil ralle invented murder
if you scared, then go to church, ’cause in the trap, we tryna get a birdie
i’m sippin’ red, while paranoid, clutchin’ my strap, that’s ’cause my vision blurry
i made a choice ot get these racks, that’s off the flap, ain’t got no f_ckin’ worries
all for her took 50 racks, i walked in saks and buy givenchy purses
[hook: quando rondo & lul timm]
i swear to god, i risked it all for that paper
i watched the ones, that say they love me, turn to haters
everytime they call my phone, they need a favor
it hurt my heart, i lost my dawg by the lakers
and ever since that date, i swear that we been spinnin’
’til the f_ckin’ day, i lay ’em in the trenches
i’m just tryna make a play, not talkin’ scrimmage
red rum, all a n_gga know is k!lling
most wanted dope boy, too expensive
brand new rollie 41, glock with extension
lil whoadie jump from off the porch, without his pistol
c_cash out in designer stores, i’m rockin’ fendi
before i walk from out the door, my mama kiss me
stick to the code, that’s all i know, until i’m finished
hustlin’ hard, we sellin’ dope, life in the trenches
all the whoadie really want is a few million
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