My Time Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

Spice

Spice

Yeah

My time

My spice

My time

YEAH

My time it's my time

Lil boi think he that nice

My watch is on my spice

I can't fake I am no mime

Rollie Rollie on my arm 

Who's got spice above all y'all

Rollie Rollie on my arm 

Who's got spice above all y'all

Fuck the hate

Fuck the law 

Fuck ya feelings

Fuck yo mom

Fuck yo lady

My time it's my spice 

I can't really stay I got some shit to do on my time I think that I'm 

Way too godly for y'all mother-fucking bitches 

Audemar can't tell me shit

All of y'all tryna tell me this

All of y'all tryna get y'all pics

I get hella from yo bitch

I get cheddar I get chips 

Damn I feel like I am HIM

My time it's my time

Lil boi think he that nice

My watch is on my spice

I can't fake I am no mime

Rollie Rollie on my arm 

Who's got spice above all y'all

Rollie Rollie on my arm 

Who's got spice above all y'all

Rollie Rollie on my arm 

Who's got spice above all y'all

I feel like I am a God

I feel like I am the one

I feel like I can go far 

Oh my god I keep it real

Keep the onyx keep the steel

The gang with us like Jordan peele 

My flows too lit

I Got no chill

Gah damn

All the spice I'm tryna feel

Im tryna kill this shit

Gah damn

Spice

YO MADRID 

God damn Jay my brodie my boy I wish you'd keep talking yo shit

But I gotta do the mic dirty like the beats that I make

When I'm feeling myself and shit

Made it this far getting by doing time in the studio

And finally I made some hits

Shit's so real no counterfeit

And right now I'm feeling pretty confident

So get the music loud

Cause this shit finna bang like a mushroom cloud

I ain't burning out

Shit I'm feeling proud

Already see the crowds

Damn this shit is wild

We got production value

Like Jurassic

God damn my flow is fantastic

Motherfucker I told you I'd have this

I be rolling on the beat like gymnastics

And I'm burning through this shit like its plastic

Yeah

Don't hate me cause you ain't me

I'm in this bitch like a baby

Jay in there too bruh he crazy

We running this shit til we 80

I swear if nobody pay me

I'm going apeshit like Jay-Z

Moving too fast don't aim at me

Am I being too cocky well maybe

Back to the basics that's not what we do

Fuck all of the haters I'm looking at you

Wait a few months and you'll envy our view

Some middle school friends start a duo who knew

BuDdA MADRID put the spice in the stew

Mix it together and add in the juice

Working too hard we don't need no excuse

Cause you on the ground and we up on the roof

Rollie Rollie on my arm 

Who's got spice above all y'all

I feel like I am a God

I feel like I am the one

I feel like I can go far 

Oh my god I keep it real

Keep the onyx keep the steel

The gang with us like Jordan peele 

My flows too lit

I Got no chill

God damn

All the spice I'm tryna feel

Im tryna kill this shit

God damn

Spice

YO MADRID