For The Times ft. NEX Lyrics

RIP Robin Williams

Funny guys always go first

I'ma stop telling my dad jokes 'fore I wind up in this hearse

I put that bitch in reverse

That skirt skirt I swerve

Up and down her curves

Calming down her nerves

Plenty mistakes been made in this place

No time to waste I've learned

Running this race not getting last place

Whoever I face concerned

Puffing that vape she running real late (running real late, running real late)

Been puffing that grape been running real late (running real late, running real late)

I was always skipping class

Teachers always getting mad

I made one cry she got so sad

Be''cause she saw the potential I had

I am just too fucking rad

Your life is boring you's a lag

She said can you get me a rag

Bust on chests I'm not trynna be a dad (haha)

Not yet, I've just been placing my bets

I walk in casino I feel like bambino

And then I just place it on red

That strategy is not the best

I don't really have much left

But I still have faith in the heavens above

Even though I'm not crossing my chest (ugh)

Everyday we riding high for the times

Trynna catch a vibe when I rhyme

Everyday they always calling my line

But we vibe, we ride

I can't go down

'Cause I don't know how

It's not too late

My time is now

Everyday we riding high for the times

The times, the times, yeah

Seeing the sun in the morning

Moving forward, I ain't looking back

They tell a young nigga to smile more

Life ain't a game, stop playing with that

Touch road in the night

I-45 bumping Sade Adu

In my own head when I'm catching a vibe

Give it away, I never could do

I got problems on problems that I'm steady solving

Like Jay said I promise a bitch ain't enough

Don't care if I say it 100 times

I'm taking time and that's just how I'm giving it up

Pressure

Applying that shit like I'm looking for work ''cause I ain't got enough

Rocking the Jesus piece up on my chest

Like a Glock 45 I'm just keeping it tucked

Speak to the masses

Do what you want, don't ever ask it

Here for a while

Some of these rappers

Really ain't lasting

Fake in they heart

The faces they make

They all made of plastic

I don't want no part of that shit

I promise you boys can have it (sonic boom)

I'm having falling outs with people I ain't even really cool with

Who is you fooling?

Come to me with demands like you know me dog what is you doing?

I'm on the up and up

Keep my name out the message you selling

I see you be fucking up

My ops is teaming up

I'm winning the race and these niggas still catching up

Everyday we riding high for the times

Trynna catch a vibe when I rhyme

Everyday they always calling my line

But we vibe, we ride

I can't go down

'Cause I don't know how

It's not too late

My time is now

Everyday we riding high for the times

The times, the times, yeah