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clarence the kid – my tim3 lyrics

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[intro]
it is said that in order to become a master at your given craft, you must spend at least 10 thousand hours practicing and fine tuning your talents
once you acquire these sk!lls, you will finally be on your way to becoming a professional in your given field

[verse 1]
i’ve been grinding for a long time
training for the xxl combine
i know i still got a long climb
long checklist, but i got no time
no necklace and no co-sign
no lexus, i don’t got no ride
expected? no i only surprise
infectious ways in own mind
my oh my you know the kid going places
he spit the verses in surges you know his flow is contagious
the bars in cursive, reversing because the flow so amazing
i’m just a person who’s yearning for a chance to become famous
for my rapping and tracks that me and all my friends have created
i’m tryna pack up my bags, hit the road and perform at stadiums
maybe sell out the palladium, performing songs from my cranium
i grind hard like i’m training in the rap hip hop gymnasium

[hook]
i’ma blow up
yeah your boy done glo-ed up
it’s my time to show what
i could do, make the whole word go nuts
my time, my time, my time
tick tock as the clock gets closer
my time, my time, my time
watch out cuz your boy bout to blow up!

[verse 2]
blow up like a landmine
because it’s about d-mn time
blow up like a c4
till my mixtape reaches every seash-r-
blow up like dynamite
my spit game better than kinda tight
i grind and write all day and night
i’m fired up and i might ignite
i could blow up any second and receive the blessings you know i deserve
i don’t have time for those who don’t believe, if you’re giving me grief you’ll get kicked to the curb
my vision is endless, my life is so friendless because i spend so much time putting in work
if you’re seeing me less, just know i’m doing more, the kid is just proving his worth, skrt
i remember growing up as a youngin’
hanging up rappers on my wall that i was looking up to
and i remember that the music stayed b-mpin’
i was reciting every line because i already knew
chance the rapper, gambino, j. cole, bobby tarantino
king los, king kendrick, drake and jay rock had me up in the stu
i was recording my verses so that one day i would surface
as legend and end up on the wall right next to those dudes
what they want from the man?
i’m sweet like the loops from toucan sam
check it out like will.i.am
there’s a method man, no wu tang clan
oh man, oh man, oh man
on point like that hats of the ku klux clan
i’m bomb like the cities in south j-pan
if i wanna blow up, then this my chance

[hook]
i’ma blow up
yeah your boy done glo-ed up
it’s my time to show what
i could do, make the whole word go nuts
my time, my time, my time
tick tock as the clock gets closer
my time, my time, my time
watch out cuz your boy bout to blow up!
i’ma blow up
yeah your boy done glo-ed up
it’s my time to show what
i could do, make the whole word go nuts
my time, my time, my time
tick tock as the clock gets closer
my time, my time, my time
watch out cuz your boy bout to blow up!

[verse 3]
i’m the best at what i do its undisputed
they try to test me but you know i’m staying rooted
everyone that’s talking smack hear my tracks and they muted
how the kid so smart in cl-ss but in the raps he going stupid
i am going dumb in every chance i get
i have worked my b-tt off now i’m tryna reap the benefits
the lord above me blessed me with the beneficial gift
of taking my thoughts and making them into music hits
all the days all the hours and minutes
are counting down till the boy can take off on a mission
to conquer all forms of life with his miracle spitting
even the prophets have written of my rapping tradition
oh man can you dig it? the kid has no limits
up to the brim with the lyrics, a heart that’s full of the spirit
the kid is chasing the vision, the kid is chasing the digits
think you got the drive but you ain’t really anywhere near it agh

[hook]
i’ma blow up
yeah your boy done glo-ed up
it’s my time to show what
i could do, make the whole word go nuts
my time, my time, my time
tick tock as the clock gets closer
my time, my time, my time
watch out cuz your boy bout to blow up!
i’ma blow up
yeah your boy done glo-ed up
it’s my time to show what
i could do, make the whole word go nuts
my time, my time, my time
tick tock as the clock gets closer
my time, my time, my time
watch out cuz your boy bout to blow up!