Due Time

[J. Arrr]
They say good things come to an end
This shit just the beginning though

[1st Verse]
Look
A lil shade ain’t stopping the shine
I took more than a step back, had to Harden the grind
My heart & my mind still at war, that’s hard to describe
So when they ask me what’s the problem, I hardly reply
Part of the time, I’m in a different place, different space
A swifter pace, I know a marathon is still a race
I’m still embracing shit that I thought I had gotten over
Gotten older just to see that my feelings have gotten colder
Got a holster on my hip if these people touch my controller
The game changed my drive, no finesse, I’ma drop the shoulder
I didn’t need a dill to reveal what I got is kosher
So keep your two cents in the slot that’s atop the loafers
I crossed over from Nike to Adidas off respect, nigga
Earned stripes, now I never have to check niggas
Dropped so many jewels, I came back to collect, nigga
These bloodsuckers always focused on the necks nigga
Next mission is to get my time back, rewind that
Living in slow motion while my mind been in a time lapse

[2nd Verse]
Yea
Dropped a couple jewels, now I’m back for collection
Cause they said practice makes perfect, I practiced perfection
Took some L’s, humbled back to an average profession
So the hardest pill to swallow, I had to digest it
But now the ground stable
Since good things never come when you sit around waiting
I stopped complaining & spent my knights at the round table
They claim king while I’m making moves with Lebron’s favor
These niggas just Von Wafer
Thon Maker how I’m blacking out
I rarely post, still they backing down
I’m glad that I came back around
But fuck watching the throne, I came to crack the crown
You couldn’t match the sound if you was spitting like a Bassett hound
Or Beethoven
They scapegoat’n but J known to hit like Puljos when the base loaded
Stallone with his face swollen
They ain’t saying shit like the case open
I left to give my mental a makeover
The waits over
That shit was humbling
With voices in my head screaming, couldn’t hear you niggas mumbling
I think it’s funny, I used to mumble too
But shit I said under my breath could change my mother mood
I’m nothing like you fuckin dudes
I remember I was starving, now it’s lunch for two
So any time we face each other man to man, I’m double you
I took a break, now I’m on some better shit
That’s why I'ma need a meal for every one I ever missed, nigga
Every one I ever missed, nigga
Yea