Wasting Time

I don't got no time to be out here wasting time
Why you think that I been quiet on my grind
They tried to make sure that I stayed back in the line
I don't need no more friends I'm moving fine
I use rack up them assists like I was rondo
But they took my love for granted, it hurt them I know
Now they feeling mad I'm moving like a huncho
I was running to the bag like Jamie Monroe

Had to sit down like I'm thug and count them digits
Don't care bout what you say don't need a critic
They said I couldn't do it but I did it
I'm blinded to the hate I feel like riddick
You can see me on the blogs I'm on the front page
I'm staying on my path I'm on a runway
I'm steady going up it's only one way
Gotta make sure that my opps is sitting front stage
I got no answers to your questions maybe someday
What they tried to do I did in one day
I be eating on these beats they only entrees
All them boys is sweet I call them sundaes
They in the city and be looking for some song plays
But in return what they getting is some dumb praise
Hit for hit with whoever know that I'm great
But they scared to keep it real I keep it one K
How I roll up with a hit you'll think I'm on skates
But they believe in who they want I got my own faith
Man them boys outdated like the Stone Age

I don't got no time to be out here wasting time
Why you think that I been quiet on my grind
They tried to make sure that I stayed back in the line
I don't need no more friends I'm moving fine
I use rack up them assists like I was rondo
But they took my love for granted, it hurt them I know
Now they feeling mad I'm moving like a huncho
I was running to the bag like Jamie Monroe