Featuring: Roddy Ricch
Songwriter: Roddy Ricch Lil Tjay
Producer: JD On Tha Track Nagra
[Intro]
JD On Tha Track
Lil Tjay
Nagra
Yeah
[Chorus]
I think it's time to shine, I've been waitin' so long
Broski servin' time, he been gone for so long
And I promise I'ma do this shit for us, just hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
In the telly sippin' Henny and I got my robe on
And they know I'm throwin' bullets, tell the opps to go long
They weren't ready for that last year, told us, "Hold on"
Bro gone, ain't no chill button, we gon' go strong
[Verse 1]
Hoppin' out, I got a MAC
Hit and do the dash, celebrate and laugh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I ain't want for all this to get physical
Don't get left where they gotta come visit you
Gang, gang, call 'em out to extort you (Skrrt, skrrt)
Little more than one eighty, the Porsche do
Tjay shining 'cause I can afford to
I'm a stain, so I gotta' move cautious
Happy I'm livin' the life I was given
Now we ain't shakin', don't think that I'm slippin'
I pull up, I'm grippin', still makin' my chicken
You mad? My bad, Lil Tjay ain't trippin'
And they mad 'cause I'm stackin' my knots
And fuckin' they thots, yes, I'm still puttin' on for the block
Still on my way to the top
And I'm still here to prove, 'cause my hunger ain't never gon' stop
Trauma that's fucked with my mind
Ain't wastin' no time, I'm focused on betterin' mine
Bullets gon' wet up your spine
Throwin' shots from behind, Lil Tjay you one of a kind
It's the reason I gotta go off
Take your moms out the hood, it don't matter the cost
Seventeen, life is short, but I'm rich and a boss (Yeah, yeah)
See, the haters is mad 'cause they hate how I floss (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
I think it's time to shine, I've been waitin' so long
Broski servin' time, he been gone for so long
And I promise I'ma do this shit for us, just hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
In the telly sippin' Henny and I got my robe on
And they know I'm throwin' bullets, tell the opps to go long
They weren't ready for that last year, told us, "Hold on"
Bro gone, ain't no chill button, we gon' go strong
[Verse 2 Roddy Ricch]
He will lay down in the penitentiary I was down with my dogs "Yeah"
I gotta run it up till i'm gone "Yeah"
I gotta ball "Yeah"
When he hopped out the benz I put him in wraiths "Yeah Yeah"
Got to put all my niggas on the map "Yeah Yeah"
Got to keep a 30 on me cause a lot of these nigga be hatin me
Got some niggas who are gone that didn't get the chance to ride the wraith with me
I remember with the feds it the spot they tried to raid me
Got to grab the dope nigga wrap it up from A to Z
Bullet proof the tires hole
I gotta watch my back nigga
50 piece in the Gucci sweater gotta keep a strap nigga
Imma seen my dog turn into snake and rat nigga
But i was told to remain the same and get the bag nigga
[Chorus]
I think it's time to shine, I've been waitin' so long
Broski servin' time, he been gone for so long
And I promise I'ma do this shit for us, just hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
In the telly sippin' Henny and I got my robe on
And they know I'm throwin' bullets, tell the opps to go long
They weren't ready for that last year, told us, "Hold on"
Bro gone, ain't no chill button, we gon' go strong
[Outro]
Hold on
Told us, "Hold on"
Hold on, oh
JD On Tha Track
Lil Tjay
Nagra
Yeah
[Chorus]
I think it's time to shine, I've been waitin' so long
Broski servin' time, he been gone for so long
And I promise I'ma do this shit for us, just hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
In the telly sippin' Henny and I got my robe on
And they know I'm throwin' bullets, tell the opps to go long
They weren't ready for that last year, told us, "Hold on"
Bro gone, ain't no chill button, we gon' go strong
[Verse 1]
Hoppin' out, I got a MAC
Hit and do the dash, celebrate and laugh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I ain't want for all this to get physical
Don't get left where they gotta come visit you
Gang, gang, call 'em out to extort you (Skrrt, skrrt)
Little more than one eighty, the Porsche do
Tjay shining 'cause I can afford to
I'm a stain, so I gotta' move cautious
Happy I'm livin' the life I was given
Now we ain't shakin', don't think that I'm slippin'
I pull up, I'm grippin', still makin' my chicken
You mad? My bad, Lil Tjay ain't trippin'
And they mad 'cause I'm stackin' my knots
And fuckin' they thots, yes, I'm still puttin' on for the block
Still on my way to the top
And I'm still here to prove, 'cause my hunger ain't never gon' stop
Trauma that's fucked with my mind
Ain't wastin' no time, I'm focused on betterin' mine
Bullets gon' wet up your spine
Throwin' shots from behind, Lil Tjay you one of a kind
It's the reason I gotta go off
Take your moms out the hood, it don't matter the cost
Seventeen, life is short, but I'm rich and a boss (Yeah, yeah)
See, the haters is mad 'cause they hate how I floss (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
I think it's time to shine, I've been waitin' so long
Broski servin' time, he been gone for so long
And I promise I'ma do this shit for us, just hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
In the telly sippin' Henny and I got my robe on
And they know I'm throwin' bullets, tell the opps to go long
They weren't ready for that last year, told us, "Hold on"
Bro gone, ain't no chill button, we gon' go strong
[Verse 2 Roddy Ricch]
He will lay down in the penitentiary I was down with my dogs "Yeah"
I gotta run it up till i'm gone "Yeah"
I gotta ball "Yeah"
When he hopped out the benz I put him in wraiths "Yeah Yeah"
Got to put all my niggas on the map "Yeah Yeah"
Got to keep a 30 on me cause a lot of these nigga be hatin me
Got some niggas who are gone that didn't get the chance to ride the wraith with me
I remember with the feds it the spot they tried to raid me
Got to grab the dope nigga wrap it up from A to Z
Bullet proof the tires hole
I gotta watch my back nigga
50 piece in the Gucci sweater gotta keep a strap nigga
Imma seen my dog turn into snake and rat nigga
But i was told to remain the same and get the bag nigga
[Chorus]
I think it's time to shine, I've been waitin' so long
Broski servin' time, he been gone for so long
And I promise I'ma do this shit for us, just hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
In the telly sippin' Henny and I got my robe on
And they know I'm throwin' bullets, tell the opps to go long
They weren't ready for that last year, told us, "Hold on"
Bro gone, ain't no chill button, we gon' go strong
[Outro]
Hold on
Told us, "Hold on"
Hold on, oh