Текст песни Auraria - TillaClay

I don't have time for a hand in
I never look at the standings
Because I know where I'm standing
My wrist gon feel like the Atlantic
I do not work in hopes of a mansion
I work in hope to not have to ask them
I wanna do this for myself
Only way we get passed them
Touch base with the folks
So glad that I have them
Taught me the ropes
Thank God that I catch them
I don't do credit, I bought it in cash uh
Don't care who said it, Just lay off the banter
She getting nosey
What you look at the tab for?
Hand me the hundreds
And hand me the cash fold
I bought a Seiko
Gotta stay humble
How long does it take though?
Tired of waiting like tables
Tired of stories like fables
I hear voices of angels
Like Abel
Relationship wasn't that stable
So I had to cut like ARod and JLo
I cannot trust her
She don't clean her Fazos
In high school I knew where I can go
Never afraid to lay low
Always the one to say "Case closed"
Photographer on point
He catching the angles
My girl's on point
Just look at her nails
I had to hurt and I had to fail
Kicked out of some places
Left tears on the trail
All of the grit made me prevail
Finish the ship, we start to set sail
Lock up my vision, I put up the bail
Trash my equipment and leave a voicemail
She don't like commitment or what it entails
I had to hurt, I had to fail (I did)

So, why'd I leave?
So, why'd I leave?
So, why'd I
So, why'd I leave? Why'd I leave?

Not too much excites me
Not a lot can fright me
I just moved out of the house
Yeah, I have my own things
I just want my 6 rings
Make it 7, TB
Yeah, Flights across the country just to see my homie
Time turned to money
Now my wrist is on fleek
Yeah my bitch is on fleek
She's been shopping all week
I just wanna be the greatest
You can't copy off these
Imma say we made it
Just to stay off the damn street

Got my own whip
I just took a risk
Copped the Sentra
Black the tint
You ain't seeing it
By myself
Ain't ask like "Hey Alexa"
This my own bag own hussle
Own weight, own muscle
Independent at 19
But we still causing trouble
Can't play it safe
I left the bubble
Watching what I say
I'm moving subtle
I don't have time for a hand in
First class, DIA where we landing
Don't have a milli
But taste been lavish
Setting the trends
But none of it's faddish
5 years ago I started rapping
Never thought I woulda had this
There's still more to be had and
I think that

Not too much excites me
Not a lot can fright me
I just moved out of the house
Yeah, I have my own things
I just want my 6 rings
Make it 7, TB
Yeah, Flights across the country just to see my homie
Time turned to money
Now my wrist is on fleek
Now my bitch is on fleek
She been shopping all week
I just wanna be the greatest
You can't copy off these
Imma say we made it
Just to stay off the damn street, fuck it

So, why'd I leave?
So, why'd I leave?
So, why'd I
So, why'd I leave? Why'd I leave?