Roscoe Dash 2.0 - My Tyme lyrics

[Verse - Roscoe] I've got way too much time on my hand I spent every minute as high as I can I get money, get money as fast as I can I got every spot sold up from LA to Japan Twenty-three and I never end up moving a month Unless it's a semester I can.. in a bundle Who want rebel? More subtle Y'all crumble, too flexible, y'all trouble! Spanex, Man X, land the jet Feels like Jerusalem, but god damn she wet Keep my feet up now, who are planning to change Everybody, anybody like genocide! Any time, any place in the race of a... Sing loud, shout, n***as are confused And no Chris Cross pissed off, not even close It's several on the radio, I play all this more In mirror, sat back and observe Now my vision is clearer Your own team bring you down to zero Like who turned you up? You're still a lot turned out for what? Hook: And I'm still bumping my old sh** (every day) Your new sh** sound a lot like the old sh** (straight out) And them n***as about that don't know sh** (don't know sh**) Just a bunch of copycat some more sh** (some more sh**) And I'm like Oh sh**, my own sh**, go way under your hoe sh** The DJ gonna play that, them other n***as don't know sh** I'm back, b**h, and I'm focued You get trapped down and it's all.. And you never, never, ever ever do it like this! [Verse - Scotty ATL] ... I'm a Cartier, running k**ing n***as, saw you where the bodies at, huh Wayne are you on the chair right now in the middle I'mma hit you like yeah, with the party, yeah! (Right!) Grant them, chart them, but still... hoes I don't show love, I'll be feeling hoes Pull up in that old school, n***a hear the... How you girl lay down where the ceiling go Made you keep a problem... with my knee... oh I'mma keep you real, so ... Then I grind, I've been working like a slave When I hear my lil brother pay her way through college I was in college... And the microwave she got tired, n***a, start to move a column Soon at the game, I can hear the rap digging Like.. young n***a, I know I make her cry Had the n***a by my own sh** I made... you, how you did it for a minute? k**ing your new sh**, it's the type to get disgusted You can hear, if you listen, I'm the n***a in the city! Scotty ATL do your research, baby You should know who you are, you should probably show your titty They gonna be clever in hood, yeah lil n***a... but you did it! Hook: (x2) And I'm still bumping my old sh** (every day) Your new sh** sound a lot like the old sh** (straight out) And them n***as about that don't know sh** (don't know sh**) Just a bunch of copycat some more sh** (some more sh**) And I'm like Oh sh**, my own sh**, go way under your hoe sh** The DJ gonna play that, them other n***as don't know sh** I'm back, b**h, and I'm focued You get trapped down and it's all.. And you never, never, ever ever do it like this!