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Caskey

I Got Time Today

 

I Got Time Today


I got time today, pussy

Yeah, ayy, charge you for a feature I slid, you never promoted it
You pussy and you've been on my dick, wishing you'd throated it
Flashback three years ago, when I was so in it
I took the rap game in a hold, then I goated it
If a rapper didn't wanna fuck with me, wouldn't complain
Daddy should've left you under sheets, like a cum stain
I don't make love on rap beats, I just run trains
Didn't like you way back then and ain't nothing change
Pussy, and I say it to your face
When I twisted up the hair, made you wanna get the braids
Then you opened up in Gainesville, they booed you off the stage
'cause you've been a fan, all this hating shit is just a phase
You did SlumFest, they didn't invite ya back
Rode on Devil's Pass 'cause I've been down with the pack
Killing you at life, but I still could get you whacked
Me and your favorite rapper, we just did eleven tracks
Kill yourself, pussy, 'cause you'll never get on my level
The iron metal and I shoot it when I find devils
I keep on elevating daily, though, 'cause I don't settle
And now you dead like the presidents that I embezzle

You was begging for some smoke with the kid, then you got some
You shot your homie by mistake with a shotgun
Then went to prison, say you a gangster but you not one
You just a kid holding fire, never shot one

How did it feel when you looked in his mama's eyes?
I know that you traumatized, you still tryna harmonize
Your conscience with them lies you telling
You just a lying felon, shit, I'm surprised you yelling
You could have a million plays on every song, still wouldn't sweat you
A million dollars, money long, still don't respect you
My success really got you going off the deep end
I was rhyming for years, but you wasn't tryna beef then
So don't pretend that it's deeper than that
Wanted a handout from me, you bought a feature for that
It didn't work, now it's years later, you getting merked
I'll kill you with success and kill you on a verse
Speaking of merks, saw you being thirsty, DMing Merkules
I got the screenshots 'cause I'm cool with him personally
Just a week before, he was getting a verse from me
Somebody sing this pussy-ass boy here a nursery
I done did everything you wish you did
I done rapped with every artist that you love, you know I slid
I know that it's killing you this year to see me really big
Got you throwing tantrums, boy, you just a silly kid (bitch)

You was begging for some smoke with the kid, then you got some
You shot your homie by mistake with a shotgun (bitch)
Then went to prison, say you a gangster but you not one
You just a kid holding fire, never shot one

Pussy, you thought that you did something with that weakass verse
If your dog was on a tee, I'd piss on the shirt
Then show up at the gravesite and shit on the dirt
The pandemic got you broke so I give you this work
Never looking for a handout from a grown man
Tryna come at me for the smoke, you got no chance
Can't even get inside your mindstate
Man, you dropped that song on Valentine's Day because you lonely with no romance
Jelly Roll, Struggle, Yelawolf, they don't fuck with you
SCFMG, they my dogs, they don't fuck with you
Every rapper that you ever met had enough of you
That's why you ain't got no features
They see what I see, that you a hater on the low and a leacher
I make one phone call, Pablo would come eat ya
This was written with the same pen Nas did "Ether"
Jay-Z wouldn't want none either, pussy

You was begging for some smoke with the kid, then you got some
You shot your homie by mistake with a shotgun
Then went to prison, say you a gangster but you not one
You just a kid holding fire, never shot one

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