Time Left Lyrics

We got plenty of time left, time left

We got plenty of left so why stress

We got plenty of time left, time left

We've got plenty of left, I'm blessed

We got plenty of time left, time left

We've got plenty of left so why stress

We got plenty of time left, time left

We got plenty of left, I'm blessed

All the stories I've told, yeah they live in the soul

Life is ecstasy, the boy's on a roll

I ain't concerned wit a troll 'less we burning the bridge

Life was a lady then quickly she turned a bitch

Here take this L and stop throwing a fit

Cop me a eighth while I sip on a fifth

Start chatting up my driver once I hop in the Lyft

Put life in perspective for me, told me this shit was a gift

Never gave up when they told 'em to quit

I'm enjoying the journey, I swear life is a trip

I'll never lose my grip cause my handle stays sturdy

Can't believe I'm gonna live to see 30

I can't seem to figure out where the time goes

I take it all in stride though and on a side note

I know you know you ain't nothing but a side hoe

Show her the door then find that bitch a ride home

We got plenty of time left, time left

We got plenty of left so why stress

We got plenty of time left, time left

We've got plenty of left, I'm blessed

May I have your attention please

The crowd gets hype when they mention me

I won't be stalled, keep my eye on the ball

Scaling the building and climbing it's walls

I'm lappin' niggas if this is the race for the Heisman

It's not rocket science, what I'm working wit is timeless

Trying to make up for all the time that I've missed

I won't stop til I'm rich like Rich Quick

Rest in peace

Hip-hop is too essential

They're so many names I could mention who've been influential

I had to get this off my mental

I freeze time when we rhyme on these instrumentals

808's and heartbreaks, there's a give and take

Take time to deliberate and know what's at stake

I ain't got nothing to hide

Nine times out of ten I make her swallow her pride

This feeling like a last ditch effort

This the calm before the storm, so bask in the weather

I ain't getting caught up in the past

Live every day like it's my last

Before it all fades to black

I'm similar to James Harden filling up the garden

In regards to the fact that you can't guard him

Time's running out on the shot clock

I take apart your life kinda like a chop shop

Shying away from the slightest notion of

Me being the chosen one, it's hard for me to soak it up

It's hard enough to keep showing love

Leaving myself vulnerable every time I that I open up

We got plenty of time left, time left

We've got plenty of left so why stress

We got plenty of time left, time left

We got plenty of left

I'm blessed