My Time (Little Miss)

Connected Conne-cted Back in the days Nigga I knew that you was fake Niggas be lame They trynna take you off your game Yeah, I'm trynna rephrase I show them love and they play games Putting my all for niggas who don't value real I ain't change but I was going through changes all this whole time I spoke to God And he whispered that it's my time Next stop, the top Breathing dreams like air everyday no stop This shit comes naturally no life support I don't f*ck with hate on my plate So I'm wasting it (Waste it) Yeah, I pray without season So I'm saucy no seasoning I make sure I don't miss a check Oh I miss my little miss All this pain that I be feeling She's the one that eases me So I adorn her in two tone Damn her drip be Givenchy Switching up her wardrobe Bad bitch, she addicted to Louis V Even when she on Fendi Little miss not giving chill She don't want dem hate to come close She just wants us in bottega Heart so cold now I feel it Now I'm trynna keep my distance World so cold now I feel it Yeah Uhmmm (And all this left scars) World so cold now I feel it Now I'm trynna stack this Digits World so cold now I feel it And all this left scares And all of these spazz And all of the niggas That told me they got my back They all let me down Left me right in the dark I had to stay on point So I had to reroute I put real on my name I put real on my bitch I break a couple of bricks Just to let her know she real We finessing cus we real We flying with no wings They try to cut our wings But by his divine grace we win (Aah) Back in the days Nigga I knew that you was fake Niggas be lame They trynna take you off your game Yeah, I'm trynna rephrase I show them love and they play games Putting my all for niggas who don't value real I ain't change but I was going through changes all this whole time I spoke to God and he whispered that it's my time Next stop, the top Breathing dreams like air everyday no stop This shit comes naturally no life support