Kdeem - Sade III / Inner Peace lyrics

Sade III [Hook/Intro] Time ain't sh**, so what you do it for, so who you do it for Time ain't sh**, so what you do with yours [Verse 1] I still don't think it's hit me, almost 21 Random thoughts like I could be the greatest where I'm from Too many rappers means more space for an artist this chilled yo A poet this real yo, sh** that you can feel yo I'm tryna bring hope without that pope position But as I get ready for lecture I know I'm in no position Why all these hoes stay b**hing, swear from my eyes it's super petty Guess it's cuz they part of the recipe like yo make room for Betty If they'd let me get some time, f** that, gotta stay in tune with what's on my mind This for all my friends and fam that never lost faith Rapture said it's just the platform that's missing, I'm wishing for pictures in that paper, double check that edition [Hook] Yeah, time ain't sh**, so what you do it for, who you do it for Yeah, time ain't sh**, so what you do with yours, what you do with yours Time ain't sh**, time ain't sh** Yeah, time ain't sh**, so what you do it for Time ain't sh**, so what you do with yours [Verse 2] Aye, still don't think it's hit me, almost 21 Random listeners like you could be the greatest where you from Most n***as won't understand the chorus, but ignorance is bliss, word to the eye of Horus Yeah, it pays to be nice, pays more to be blunt Like here's my debut album, EP, 7 songs Screaming time doesn't exist, I've been remote too long So I hopped on that kinect, n***a f** with my kinect I might connect four, and she know why she here, dare her gimme a reason to flex for, she gimme FaceTime but we text more //// Inner Peace [Verse 1] Once upon a time I got high She got nice thighs, I beat, k**ed 9 lives 5 times Hopped in my spaceship to get some munch Told em it's different frequencies they feel my signals outta touch I grab the camera she toot her bu*t, you could say we go hand in hand f** that, dreamt of us elevating in Amsterdam UK artist with that soul yo, first UK artist with that soul glow, slow flow I sparked MJ with SB, that's legendary hood dreams this could be my hood theme Talking box brick houses, no pun, no cla**es, no fun, young n***as, grown guns Feel like I gotta make another lane to the side of these n***as, feel I should be guiding these n***as, you could be wiser my n***a