My Time

(What time is it?)

(Honestly my future looking promising)

My time is now

(What time is it?)

(Honestly my future looking promising)

(I am) Black (Who is it?) Dave

I’ll coach you, niggas see you through them bifocals

You could say they hold you, but they don’t really know you

Took my team with me, now we going bi-postal

Out in Paris fucking the baddest, you can’t imagine

When I’m rapping so smooth like silk, you so satin

Getting fly every week like fuck fashion

With one passion, that’s to make it to the top

That’s until my heart stop, and the fucking beat drop

You can only peep, but you can’t tweak the technique

I’m intelligent, yes, I’m a New York resident

It’s evident smoking on this sweet like it’s my medicine

I’m telling her, ain’t no catching her, my niggas wrecking shit

Bomb shit, you could say my niggas Vietnam shit

A lot of hot shit when I vomit, no conscience

My future looking so amazing

History in the making

My time is now

(Honestly my future looking promising)

They say life is what you make it

Coming up from the basement (courtesy of NYC)

My time is now

(What time is it?)

(Honestly my future looking promising)

Watching CJ Electronica shock them all

Been fly with so much in store, stay out of the shopping mall

Me against the world, I’m grounded on my feet, my soul strong

Versus what you rotate, that’s weak

And verses I wrote, eight this week

Days passing by, Earth going ‘round to me

All I ask is where the ashes be

Then pass the tree to one like one, two, three

Life is what you make it, get the batter and the baking grease

Look who made this like it was baked in crisp

Bars like they locked me up and threw away the key

Got such a rotten mouth I might offend the king

All I talk about is life and my life ain’t so sweet

They left the game in rumbles and I came to sweep

Laid the dude like a [?] cause my lines [?]

From the school of hard-knocks and I ain’t enlist

My future looking so amazing

History in the making

My time is now

(Honestly my future looking promising)

They say life is what you make it

Coming up from the basement (courtesy of NYC)

My time is now

(What time is it?)

(Honestly my future looking promising)

I hope you get to see this light before the shadow conquer

I hope sometimes you understand you gotta battle longer

Cause if you feeling like you sinking, over think and wonder

And believe you in it deeper, that’s just shallow water

I hope I get to see you graduate

I hope your life can be as nice as what the families play

On television, but we know they just elaborate

All these life conditions, please forgive me before I pass away

So how we make it this far? How much longer do we fly?

How many times can I fall until my legs don’t wanna rise?

Until my body straight collapse or my toes blister up?

You was missing all the time, why would I envision trust?

I be lying if I just deny that I imprisoned us

I was lying both of that, but you were wilding in the cut

Yo, I rip the Xannies down the spirals of my guts

I was tripping thinking my survival leases up

I’m prescripted, this is just a picture I was tryna sign

My remission was quicker the times I swallow pride

Yeah, so don’t judge me, shit was ugly

Not like you was thinking of me