Go Time Lyrics - Singles - Young Lito

I said a young nigga stressed 

My chain ain't the only real shit up on my chest 

I'm gettin' sour looks, still a young nigga fresh 

Double workin' overtime, but a young nigga blessed (amen) 

And lately I don't know who to trust 

It's just me, myself and I and we all doin' us 

I'm just tryna stay alive with my hands out of cuffs 

But when I ain't in the streets, then I feel out of touch 

And I hear niggas talkin' foul when I'm out of town 

Soon as I touch down, I don't hear a sound 

Niggas ain't givin' mugs, niggas givin' pounds 

Cause they know I won't hesitate to put 'em in the ground, for real 

If you know me then you know the deal 

And know what I'm goin' through then you know how I feel 

I only got one gear, I don't know how to chill 

Hov told me to relax, let's get to the mils 

I will, but shit just got me upset 

I lost my man and the cops treat me like I'm a suspect 

And on Instagram and shit, I get enough threats 

But they ain't bussin' no moves, just sendin' tough texts 

Shit got my moms worried, this what she fear 

Ds at the door, she yell I'm not there 

Just like I'm still trappin', man, shit all weird 

She don't want me out late, now she all scared 

I be damned, mama, they know who I am, mama 

Them boys food, I eat 'em just like your ham, mama 

On Thanksgivin', toys on me, but ain't kiddin' 

We been through worse, this shit light like Blake Griffin 

There's no danger, R.I.P. Banga 

Free the boy Ave, them crackers is tryna hang ya 

Just watched the news, I see that they tryna blame ya 

But you know how I play, I'm slidin' just like a Ranger 

Cut the head off a snake, one grow in its place 

Feelin' like the Black Mamba when he wore number 8 

Nobody safe, it's no passes, just shootin' 

Straight savage, and y'all lookin' like the Raptors 

Again free T-Roy, but we're not alike 

I'm more like Bruce Leroy, mixed with a D-Boy 

And sho'nuff, your boy glowed up 

Pressure make diamonds, and mine all froze up 

It's no chucc 

Ti-ti-time to put my cleats in the dirt 

Gotta come off the bench and give niggas that work 

I'm Tom Brady when Drew Bledsoe got hurt 

Had to get out my feelings and get in my Birk (that's my bag) 

Sorry for the delay, but I'm ready to play 

Honestly, I was sick and had nothin' to say 

Lost my girl and my homeboy in the same day 

She came back and he can't, that's where the pain weigh 

Rob told me don't rap it if it ain't from the heart (Rob Mark!) 

But this shit from my soul, I wrote this in the dark 

They tellin' me not to stop, yo I ain't even start 

My life really a movie, man, this is a part 

These other dudes is actors, this my real life 

I never been a fraud, tell me what it feel like 

Can't front, without bro, it don't feel right 

But like a Harvard grad, my future is real bright 

Cut the head off a snake, one grow in its place 

Feelin' like Brady way before they knew he was great 

But I won't deflate, it's no passes, just shootin' 

Straight savage, and I'm ready for you bastards 

It's go time 

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