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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Tjay
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joao Duarte
Songwriter
Jugraj Singh Nagra
Songwriter
Tione Merritt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JD On Tha Track
Producer
Nagra Beats
Producer
Todd Hurtt
Recording Engineer
Luis Bordeaux
Recording Engineer
Drü Oliver
Recording Engineer
Eric Lagg
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I think it's time to shine, I been waitin' so long
Broski servin' time, he been gone for so long
And I promise I'ma do this shit for us just hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
In the telly sippin' Henny and I got my robe on
And they know I'm throwin' bullets, tell the opps to go long
They weren't ready for that last year, told us, "Hold on"
Bro gone, ain't no chill button, we gon' go strong
[Verse 2]
Hoppin' out I got a mask
Hit 'em through the dash, celebrate and laugh
I ain't want for all this to get physical
Don't get left where they gotta come visit you
Gang gang, call 'em out to extort you
Little more than 180 the Porsche do
See my shinin' cuz I can afford to
I'm a stain, so I gotta move cautious
Happy I'm livin the life I was given
Now we ain't shakin, don't think that I'm slippin
I pull up, I'm grippin, still makin' my chicken
You mad, my bad, Lil TJay ain't trippin'
And they mad cuz I'm stackin my knots, and fuckin' they thot
Yes, I'm still puttin' on for the block, still on my way to the top
And I'm stealing your food 'cause my hunger won't stop
Trauma fuck with my mind, ain't wasting no time, I'm focused on betterin' mine
Bullets gon' wet up your spine, throw shots from behind
Lil TJay, he one of a kind
This the reason I gotta go off
Take your moms out the hood, it don't matter the cost
17 life is short but I'm rich and a boss
See the haters is mad 'cause they hate how I floss
[Verse 3]
I think it's time to shine, I been waitin' so long
Broski servin' time, he been gone for so long
And I promise Imma do this shit for us just hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
In the telly sippin' Henny and I got my robe on
And they know I'm throwin' bullets, tell the opps to go long
They weren't ready for that last year, told us, "Hold on"
Bro gone, ain't no chill button, we gon' go strong
[Verse 4]
Bro gone, bodies drop all the time but I'm still finna kill something
Run up on me and that steel drummin'
All my life I been hungry, that meal comin'
Me and my **** must get in no credit, we tryna' see commas on debit
I told my **** we all gon' be fine, I promise, remember I said it
I'm in foreign switch lanes, I took off the brain for all them nights we went through pain
Drippy, I'm making it rain, Lil TJay my name, you see what it say on the chain
I been doin' my own thing
When it come to that money, I flip it like cocaine
She eat up and get protein, I just hit it and dub it, no cuffin' and no games
I be shittin' with no shame
And I been was that **** 'fore rappin with no chains
Where I come from they tote things
Lil **** out buckin, they shootin' with no aim
You ain't never put in no pain
How the fuck you gon' tell on your homie? That's so lame
I don't never say no names
So, my goal is to get to the top with whole gang
[Verse 5]
I think it's time to shine, I been waitin' so long
Broski servin' time, he been gone for so long
And I promise Imma do this shit for us just hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
In the telly sippin' Henny and I got my robe on
And they know I'm throwin' bullets, tell the opps to go long
They weren't ready for that last year, told us, "Hold on"
Bro gone, ain't no chill button, we gon' go strong
Written by: Joao Duarte, Jugraj Singh Nagra, Lil Tjay