Corrección Letra Time To Answer par AZ

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[Intro]
I hear it all the time, "when the album comin'?"
They be thinkin' this shit happen overnight
Like, like I ain't been constantly puttin in work
Grindin', goin' hard, nobody givin' a fuck
They don't see family and friends on they flip shit
Niggas sneak dissin', then wanna come talk all in ya face like everything cool
Day ones not givin' a fuck, yaknahmean?!
Turnin' their back on you
Through it all, big and small, I stood tall...
(Heatmakerz, crack music)

[Verse 1]
Got props, my resume is impecc'
Pardon self, I be sparrin' for rec'
Steady mobbin', keep a foreign on deck
No messy Marvin, I ain't starvin' for sex
I'm different, out of sight, but I'm arms distance
Garments vintage, known rivals now non-existent
Pop pimp shit, praise, it's a part of my ways
Hardly aged, no greys, plus my barber can blaze
The flyest, since the 90s had niggaritis
Revenge is priceless, ya seekin' ya highness, I'm in his likeness
License, real or rights reserved, on chill
Spill at will, when I light my herb is build
Bigger checks for a big exec
I'm gettin' money, fuck who gettin' upset, I can't do it
Sucka shit, see right through it
Could never cuff a chick, I just get right to it, was taught well

[Chorus]
Time is the answer to all
Take a break, but when it knock you better answer the door
It don't wait
Me, I base my life off fate, I move accord
And if ya mind not in place, you might mistake what's important
Time is the answer to all
Take a break, but when it knock you better answer the door
It don't wait
Me, I base my life off fate, I move accord
And if ya mind not in place, you might mistake what's important

[Verse 2]
A glass of the finest of grapes, ya boy straight
You don't see no stress lines in my face, could never hate
The calm before a tickin' time bomb to detonate
Fold your arms, close your eyes to this song and levitate
The loner, weed clouds keep the kid in a coma
Home owner, used to cop off (?), live nigga shit
Firearms with the five finger grip
Before the iPhone, takin' a flick
I'm from the era, now everybody with whatever
But where the cheddar, y'all better get y'all shit together
It's gettin' close, seein' me is like seein' a ghost
Young Sos', the OG, I'm just showin' you growth
You gotta love it, low key, I hover above it
No puppet, paper only or we can't discuss it
Do the math, dummies dumb out when they mad
But for that bag, when you disciplined you stay on the path

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