My Time Video (MV)

If ain't pick my phone up
I did it for a reason
If I ain't quit or slow up
I did it for a reason
If I ain't give my soul up
I did it for a reason
I did it for
I did it for
I did it for a reason
If ain't pick my phone up
I did it for a reason
If I ain't quit or slow up
I did it for a reason
If I ain't give my soul up
I did it for a reason
I did it for
I did it for
I did it for a reason

Cash Lord
Bachelor
Inner self ambassador
The world tried to have it's way, statutory
But I came to say that that mask is torn
Ay
I see right through the cloakin'
I see lines through the broken
Turned to rhymes of potent
Certain eyes been opened
Determined not to close them
I been floatin'
I been notin' for a long time
I been knowin' the right women at the wrong time
And that's real
F*ck how it feel
Puff flower fields
'Cuz I got the power still
Twenty four hour will
And I don't need no one
Bet that's precisely why I'm skilled
In my golden age
Higher than Cypress Hill
Buyin' golden chains to embolden change
Yea, yea, yea
Writin' poets things, that's why the flow insane
Yea
'Cuz the imortal within
The temporal rhythm
Sent forth the wisdom
From the other end of the prism
It only makes sense if you listen
My charm glisten
I'm calm with this
Autonomous authorship
I'm opposite those things I'm bothered with
Like those that called it quits

Whose time is it?
It's yours, baby
Whose time is it?
It's yours
Whose time is it?
It's yours, baby
Whose time is it?
It's yours

She said
I'm the truth straight from heaven's door
Manifest the coupe
We don't settle amor
Peddle to the floor
Mind don't meddle no more
Nah
Whack rap's disastrous
But I got the pack for Lazarus
You ain't gotta ask what's happenin'
I'm captionin' more than a fraction when
My ultralight beam focused by me
Ay
Smoke with my team
Spoke 'bout some dreams
Ay
I don't really hear when you aloud
If I don't really care when you not around
I'm sorry
I got shit to do that
I don't really care if you not about, I'm
Fly to the scene
High as a dream
It's I they esteem
'Cuz I ain't what they've seen
And I ain't what it seems to mean
To be a human
'Cuz it seems to me illusion
The meaning be illusive
Greenest of trees from Maya
We just need to get higher
We just seek the supplier
This the reason to right ya
'Cuz this the season of writers
And that ignorance
Just blocked the inner sense
And none of us innocent
Uh
Some of us limitless and
Some of us cemented and
I ain't the latter, nah
I ain't just matter
Lord buddha, the rapper
Two hundred years it won't even matter
It's realistic but how real is this?
It's realistic but how real is this?
But how real is this?
But how real is this?
But how real is this?
But how real is this?