GQ (Gallest) - My Time (Primetime Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1] My Time, n***a its my time People saying gallest should be on the primetime So im finna go, f** up their minds, like fine wine Yeah muhhfukkas got paper to fine dine With a fine young dime That's keeping me all chimed Get it? The bells shined, she Treating the dong Kind Matter fact, she keeping the wrong kind Bunch of n***as that be rapping and sweeter than fondant At 22 be better than 21 sh** got realer, work got harder still im having all this fun So i call it my Run, f** that i call it my time One of the few n***as that can truly call it my rhymes Cause most rappers, commissioning ghost writers So the most fire you hear is basically the most liars Just speeding up when most of these dudes tire Don't give a f**, im making my circle tighter Taking my moods higher, turning my blues WHITER! Stay in my lane? im making that road wider My n***as they all respect me, exes they all regret me In the city where its a free for all they won't neglect me, NO! [Verse 2] My time, i told y'all its my time For them n***as out there hating i told y'all im gon' shine For my business out here growing, we going legitimize Soon enough you'll be seeing my enterprise MY TIME, best believe its going down When i got figures like bu, and jay, and brown, and rih, and ty around You know where we gon go You know that we gon grow Like a hooker for this money, you know that we gon blow Shorty hit me, she told me that she was pa**ing Said she want me, i replied n said i hope that you int ga**ing She told me gimme a time, i told her quarter pa** mine When she got here Legs Just Opened Up Like quarter pa** nine She a solid 15, yep quarter past dime So i took my chance, n took that game straight into extra time The night is young what the f** you wan do? Don't go back there, he been treating you wrong Boo Pushing you onto, flushing the wrong brew Now you sipping, n you pissing and seeing the view And it's my time to shine you running wit the wrong crew