[Verse 1: Jayhood]
Guess it's not the time for me to blow up
I guess it's ain't the time for the love you owe me to pay up
I be underground and under-rated
Underpaid an understatement
Wonder if I die, will they look at my life and celebrate it?
Boy I've been dedicated
Twitter famous, don't depend on favours
Never dropping names to try to boost their conversation
They ask me how I live my simple life in complications
Cool, calm, collected that's the way I pace it
Used to wanna have a place in heaven
Called pops; made a reservation
Pedi boy but when it comes to money speak my bank statement
N***as keep on claiming but I'm unshaken
I get daily payments, y'all just wonder around the payment
You're a character of the game I'm playing
Ayo, I'm sick of this shit, my heart aching
I just can't believe y'all want that n***a as my replacement
My mom a nurse, my dad a doctor
I guess that means I got some patience
I don't fuck around with losers who don't wanna see me winning

[Chorus]
Yeah, but I guess it's not the time
Yeah, I guess it's not the time
I guess it's not the time, yeah
I guess it's not the time, yeah
Boy I guess it's not the time