[Hook]
Am F Am
Yeah, I think it’s time to shine, I’ve been waiting so long
F Am
Broski serving time, he been gone for so long
F Am
And I promise I’ma do this shit for us, just hold on
F Am
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
F Am
In the telly sippin’ Henny and I got my robe on
F Am
And they know I’m throwin’ bullets, told the opps to go long
F Am
They weren’t ready for that last year, told us, “Hold on”
F Am
Bro gone, ain’t no chill button, and we gon’ go strong
[Verse 1]
F
Hopping out, I got a MAC, hit ’em, do the dash, celebrate and laugh
Am
I ain’t one for all this to get physical
F
Don’t get left when they gotta’ come visit you
Am
Gang, gang, call ’em out to extort you (Skrt, skrt)
F
Little more than 180 the Porsche do
Am
Tjay shining ’cause I can afford to
F
I’m a stain, so I gotta’ move cautious
Am
Happy I’m livin’ the life I was given
F
Now we ain’t shakin’, don’t think that I’m slippin (Ah)
Am
I pull up, I’m grippin’, still makin’ my chicken
F
You mad? My bad, Lil Tjay ain’t trippin’
Am F
And they mad ’cause I’m stackin’ my knots and fuckin’ they thots
Am
Yes, I’m still puttin’ it on for the block, still on my way to the top
F
And I’m stealin’ your food, ’cause my hunger ain’t never gon’ stop
Am F
Trauma fuck with my mind, ain’t wastin’ no time
Am
I’m focused on betterin’ mine, brothers gonna’ run up your spot
F
Get shot from behind, Lil Tjay you one of a kind
Am
It’s the reason I gotta go off
F
Take your moms out the hood, it don’t matter the cost
Am
17, life is short, but I’m rich and a boss
F
See, the haters is mad ’cause they hate how I floss
[Hook]
Am F Am
I think it’s time to shine, I’ve been waiting so long
F Am
Broski serving time, he been gone for so long
F Am
And I promise I’ma do this shit for us, just hold on
F Am
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
F Am
In the telly sippin’ Henny and I got my robe on
F Am
And they know I’m throwin’ bullets, told the opps to go long
F Am
They weren’t ready for that last year, told us, “Hold on”
F Am
Bro gone, ain’t no chill button, and we gon’ go strong
[Verse 2]
F Am
Bro gone, bodies drop all the time and I’m still finna kill some
F
Run up on me and that steel drummin’
Am
All my life I’ve been hungry, that meal coming (Ah)
F
Me and my niggas must gettin’ no credit
We tryna see commas on debit
Am F
I tell my niggas, “We all gon’ be fine, I promise, remember I said it”
Am
Hop in the foreign, switch lanes (Switch)
F
I took of the brain for all them nights we went through pain
Am
Drippy, I’m making it rain
F
Lil Tjay my name, you see what it say on the chain
Am
I’ve been doing my own thing
F Am
When it come to that money, I flip it like cocaine
She eat up and get protein
F
I just hit it and dump it, no cuffing her, no games (No games)
Am
I be sittin’ with no shame
F Am
And I’ve been that nigga before rapping with no chain
Where I come from, they tote thangs
F Am
Lil’ niggas out buckin’ and they shooting with no aim (No aim)
You ain’t ever put in no pain
F Am
How the fuck you gon’ tell on your homie? That’s so lame (Lame)
I don’t ever say no names
F
So my goal is to get to the top with the whole gang (Gang)
[Hook]
Am F Am
I think it’s time to shine, I’ve been waiting so long
F Am
Broski serving time, he been gone for so long
F Am
And I promise I’ma do this shit for us, just hold on
F Am
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
F Am
In the telly sippin’ Henny and I got my robe on
F Am
And they know I’m throwin’ bullets, told the opps to go long
F Am
They weren’t ready for that last year, told us, “Hold on”
F Am
Bro gone, ain’t no chill button, and we gon’ go strong
[Post-Hook]
F Am F Am
Hold on, gone so long
F
Hold on, oh
[Outro]
Am F
Am F
Am F
Am F
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