What a Time by Ro$$eTTi Lyrics
What a time to be alive
And I ain't talking about the Drake and Future album
I'm saying every single time a nigga writes his wrongs
They bring up some old shit and paint you as the former Malcolm
You gain a little power, boy they're on your ass
Start to make a difference, uh uh not so fast
They say we're deadbeat fathers; any powder's coke, no Similac
Now grab them state clothes
We're the pimps, you hoes remeber that
That's the slave mentality they forced upon us
Mostly the reason for the energy I harness
I'm looking at the game, I'm just a different type of artist
Still a long way from the top, but I bet you I came the farthest
Went from starving like Marvin to getting my own apartment
I'm just a humble student of Marcus Garvey and Martin
So I won't fall into your trap, you bitch I ain't dumb
Faced adversity all my life dog, you know where I'm from?
804 born and bred dog, I rep that shit
Drink bleach pussy if you don't respect that shit
I'm doing some introspection to find myself
Because I'm lost, lately I've been feeling small
Homie back in high school, I was feeling like Lebron though
Pops in the stands going off like I'm Lonzo
I ain't know another way to make the nigga proud yo
Any other validation, got that from my mom though
I'm so mother fucking tired...I'm so mother fucking tired
I feel like you can hear it in my rhymes
I'm wack? You're dead wrong; I'm hot? You're dead right
Every track I do it B.I.G. I'm dead nice, oh lord
When the people hear this Ima blow up
For you niggas to write a rhyme that's considered a clever line
You gotta pick through your mind and take a whole bunch of time
While I'm Boobie Miles, all I gotta do is show up; nigga
You gotta be from a certain cloth to know what I mean
Y'all jazz up old shit and think you're supreme
Y'all get online and act silly, take pics with mack millies
Automatically I know that you niggas can't rap with me
These are facts, word to Zack Morris boy I'm going to the max
I got us on my back, I ain't never blowing smoke
I know I got that crack, so it's over for that soap
At least that's what I hope
Nowadays it's hard to tell
You can be dope as hell, that don't mean that you gon sell
That shit'll break my heart if I drop this and it fails
Because I put my blood sweat and tears, you can tell
Young Virginia nigga so I grew up on Pharrell
Quit the frontin' dog, you see me grindin'
You niggas only grindin' for diamonds, Myron
That's lame shit, niggas only balling for self
I'm balling for my fam, building generational wealth, Rossetti
And I ain't talking about the Drake and Future album
I'm saying every single time a nigga writes his wrongs
They bring up some old shit and paint you as the former Malcolm
You gain a little power, boy they're on your ass
Start to make a difference, uh uh not so fast
They say we're deadbeat fathers; any powder's coke, no Similac
Now grab them state clothes
We're the pimps, you hoes remeber that
That's the slave mentality they forced upon us
Mostly the reason for the energy I harness
I'm looking at the game, I'm just a different type of artist
Still a long way from the top, but I bet you I came the farthest
Went from starving like Marvin to getting my own apartment
I'm just a humble student of Marcus Garvey and Martin
So I won't fall into your trap, you bitch I ain't dumb
Faced adversity all my life dog, you know where I'm from?
804 born and bred dog, I rep that shit
Drink bleach pussy if you don't respect that shit
I'm doing some introspection to find myself
Because I'm lost, lately I've been feeling small
Homie back in high school, I was feeling like Lebron though
Pops in the stands going off like I'm Lonzo
I ain't know another way to make the nigga proud yo
Any other validation, got that from my mom though
I'm so mother fucking tired...I'm so mother fucking tired
I feel like you can hear it in my rhymes
I'm wack? You're dead wrong; I'm hot? You're dead right
Every track I do it B.I.G. I'm dead nice, oh lord
When the people hear this Ima blow up
For you niggas to write a rhyme that's considered a clever line
You gotta pick through your mind and take a whole bunch of time
While I'm Boobie Miles, all I gotta do is show up; nigga
You gotta be from a certain cloth to know what I mean
Y'all jazz up old shit and think you're supreme
Y'all get online and act silly, take pics with mack millies
Automatically I know that you niggas can't rap with me
These are facts, word to Zack Morris boy I'm going to the max
I got us on my back, I ain't never blowing smoke
I know I got that crack, so it's over for that soap
At least that's what I hope
Nowadays it's hard to tell
You can be dope as hell, that don't mean that you gon sell
That shit'll break my heart if I drop this and it fails
Because I put my blood sweat and tears, you can tell
Young Virginia nigga so I grew up on Pharrell
Quit the frontin' dog, you see me grindin'
You niggas only grindin' for diamonds, Myron
That's lame shit, niggas only balling for self
I'm balling for my fam, building generational wealth, Rossetti