[Verse 1: XO] Its my time, its my time This soul you cannot borrow The coupe look like its hollow These guys all up on my gonads, Boy why don't you go swallow Red and blue jordans looking like I'm 5-0 But I'm 5'7 on sum canibus And I'm standing for that money till' they cannot stand us I'll do ya' dirty, Ask me is your time I say it's skin thirty n***a, what? I said it's skin thirty, And I'm full of it man I swear im full of it Pullin' your leg and im pulling a ligament, Fresher than mint, And I mean it when I say im k**ing you kids Im doin' it big, Corporate k**ing rappers like abortion no need the introduction, But this is the start of the finish line I finish mine Fatality Academy flow, I'm on honor roll haters get peter-rolled At the bestest My n***as stay throwed I tend to catch it My fire out a mantel not a candle Suggest you clear my knob cause you can't handle Pull the ratchet boy I'm screaming go go gadget On these f*ggots, bums, and douche bags k** tracks? I do that I'm bout' bout' it , Man you be salty bout' it And I'm laughin' at you , And imma' laugh off till' my mazel tov They tryna' bezzle dog, I knock it off Like jordan heels, Baby The last call , Got drive in my car son daily(Carson Daly) Get it? I do it, And do it big These girls just want this bread I'm clucking at you chicken heads I just want this brain I'mma brainiac a maniac Where pinky at? Anita like baker Cliche? n***a sue me!