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No, I ain't got no time for no toast

I'm still tryna make my own money

Don't think that it's no I ain't got no time for a joke

These niggas just get on my nerves is like it's rehearse

No I ain't got no time for a hoe

Word go do your worse

I'm still gonna surf, cause just like some water I float

Been on a path that gon' call me the goat

While I'm changing your feelings, the nerve I provoke

We in NYC so we rocking a coat

I'm not making a party

I don't wanna host

Potential was dropped but I did not promote

But I'm still getting views for the songs that I wrote

My motivations are the struggles I know

It keep me hungry tryna take what you own

No, not by stealing, more like getting my own

I battle myself till I run out of hope

I'm running in place, whether running or not

I run out of ink everytime that I jot

I keep me a pack and I write till I rot

I keep me a brace for my arm cause it drops

How many songs can I make till I die?

Something like Four Hundred Million and Nine

I'll be the Wayne if these niggas don't mind

Protecting the city while writing some rhymes

I'll put on a cape and I'll write me some lines

I'm writing a film, you ain't acting in mine

I'm painting a field, and I'm planting some mines

I'm using a brush that directing my mind

Is making some waves in this land field of mine

Is causing a flood around two:45, It won't be the AM so you won't be blind

Uh uh

Stop wasting my time

I'm telling my momma

Just give me some time

I'm telling my brother, I really could rhyme

I'm telling myself, man I gotta get mines

I'm telling my sisters, they gon' see me shine

Watching my come up is really sublime

I'll tell ya my story but cannot confide

In niggas that I ain't never met in my life

I'm telling you once and they telling you twice

Don't tell me I'm wrong when I know that I'm right

I may seem so harsh but I'm really polite

I made me a beat, I was born with a mic

I catch me a body everytime that I write

I may go to jail and it may be for life

But F it, I did it and I ain't even mind

Tell momma I'm sorry, I know that's not right

I been on the go like a bottle of Sprite

Staying correct like I'm sponsored by Nike

Wasn't my girl so you wasn't my wifey

Not with the Knicks, but I rep it like Spike Lee

Roselyn, whatever I know you don't like me

I felt the same and I'm glad it went by me

Bri, was the rebound, I passed it I'm diming

Des, was a test and I passed the assignment

Kim, lost her mind and I'm not gon' remind her

D, was okay but she was suicidal

A, had a man got no time for a rival

X, started good but it went to a spiral

O, started stalking I made sure to block her

G, was obsessed I told her get a bible

And a few others, maybe I'm the problem

When I get older probably gon' solve em

Never told no one, kept it in a bottle