Young Lito - Go Time lyrics

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Young Lito - Go Time lyrics

I said a young n***a stressed My chain ain't the only real sh** up on my chest I'm gettin' sour looks, still a young n***a fresh Double workin' overtime, but a young n***a 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 n***as talkin' foul when I'm out of town Soon as I touch down, I don't hear a sound n***as ain't givin' mugs, n***as 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 sh** just got me upset I lost my man and the cops treat me like I'm a suspect And on Instagram and sh**, I get enough threats But they ain't bussin' no moves, just sendin' tough texts sh** 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, sh** 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 sh** 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 pa**es, 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 n***as 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 sh** 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 pa**es, just shootin' Straight savage, and I'm ready for you ba*tards It's go time We in Banga Fresh's home Young Lito man, next in charge, man

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