My Time - Fabolous, Jeremih

Go hard today

Can’t worry about the past cause that yesterday

I’mma put it on the line cause it’s my time

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Gotta stay on my grind cause it’s my time

Guess what time it is?

My, my, my time

You can check your iPhone, better say it’s iTime

I don’t even need a watch, I don’t even see a clock

Soon as a I walk in, it feel like me o’clock

Yeah, me o’clock, every time I check

Niggas don’t measure up and try to blame the Pyrex

I’m a do it bigger than a 5X

Can’t ride with a L, so I don’t drive Lex

Game’s so bickery, so full of trickery

Nursery-rhyming: hickory, dickory

Blowing that sour, the hood call it «pickery»

Biggie, Puffy, Busta, victory

My time’s more like fly time

Don’t call it «getting dressed», call it in the «sky time»

If you ain’t a pilot, you probably couldn’t style it

Unless you was a stewardess, you won’t know what to do with this

First I took the time out, then I put the time in

Money ain’t everything, it’s more about the timing

So I got the Audemars, flawless diamonds

In other words that’s called perfect timing

I feel like a favor, I feel like a savior

They clocking my neck: I feel like I’m Flavor

I go so hard, Loso God, damn

Street fi-di-di-di-damn

0−9, all mines

It’s been a few years, now it’s me, about time

You know I got committed with it since I’ve been up in the zone

Sign the dotted line, now it’s on

So y’all better check your wrist-piece

Cause it’s time to make history

Just hop in here up on this hit streak

How the, how the, how the hell you gonna evict me?

You know I’m here to stay, never clocking out

Big bottles we popping now, no telling where we stopping now

And I represent the Chic-a-g-o

On the track with F-A-B-O