[Chorus: Kenny Mason]
Woke up at six (Six), pray to a .9 (.9)
Twelve (Twelve), was already runnin' from twelve, a nigga was flyin'
Ayy, I got the time today, bitch, I got the time
Ayy, I got the time today, bitch, I got the time (Time)
[Verse 1: JID & Kenny Mason]
Time is of the essence, I'm progressively improvin'
Impressive and I'm pressin' if you second-guess my movements
First to the bullshit
Who tryna hang with me? I brought the nooses
I draw the stainless like you draw conclusions
It's a ball of confusion
The writings on the wall was all illusion
You got the drip, but that shit all pollution
I shot the clip and had another for the audible
All the bullshit aside, boy, I got plenty time
I've been ready for whatever, anytime
From a city where niggas on killin' time
In your pockets for nickels or penny, dimes
Nigga shot him, but, shit, he got minimized
We was livin' by, Ma would go inside behind the window, hide
Fee-fi-fo, niggas slide
Tryna dodge bullets from a Dodge
God left when the winter came, then the summer died
Rain, rain, come another time
I'll be rappin' 'til I'm mummified
Tell your favorite rapper it's pajama time
He a ugly bastard, but a son of mine
It's over for you, but it's underlined
I come before you with a humble mind
And a stomach growl, plus I smell foul
Takin' big shits from the humble pies (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Woke up at six (Six), pray to a .9 (.9)
Twelve (Twelve), was already runnin' from twelve, a nigga was flyin'
Ayy, I got the time today, bitch, I got the time
Ayy, I got the time today, bitch, I got the time (Time)
[Verse 1: JID & Kenny Mason]
Time is of the essence, I'm progressively improvin'
Impressive and I'm pressin' if you second-guess my movements
First to the bullshit
Who tryna hang with me? I brought the nooses
I draw the stainless like you draw conclusions
It's a ball of confusion
The writings on the wall was all illusion
You got the drip, but that shit all pollution
I shot the clip and had another for the audible
All the bullshit aside, boy, I got plenty time
I've been ready for whatever, anytime
From a city where niggas on killin' time
In your pockets for nickels or penny, dimes
Nigga shot him, but, shit, he got minimized
We was livin' by, Ma would go inside behind the window, hide
Fee-fi-fo, niggas slide
Tryna dodge bullets from a Dodge
God left when the winter came, then the summer died
Rain, rain, come another time
I'll be rappin' 'til I'm mummified
Tell your favorite rapper it's pajama time
He a ugly bastard, but a son of mine
It's over for you, but it's underlined
I come before you with a humble mind
And a stomach growl, plus I smell foul
Takin' big shits from the humble pies (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
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