Took My Time Lyrics – Real Boston Richey

[Intro]
(K Hendrix cold as a motherfu*ker)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus]
Okay, I’m late
But just because I took my time don’t mean you ‘posed to wait
How the fu*k a n!gga ain’t worth s*it tell me pick up the pace?
I see the problem, n!ggas ain’t even watching they own plate
I used to think I was shooting blanks
Real father to my child, this n!gga can’t say some s*it I ain’t
When I used to cook my dope, I served gate

You would think I’m cleaning chicken, I whipped that dope right over the sink, I need the base

[Verse]
How the fu*k I’m lit and I went caught me a case?
Every time they kicked my door and I was outside MIA
Used to cut my dope so good, they used to call me fish filet
Cuz, we been getting them ‘bows in the can for five years, boy, you’re late
Used to trap my dope in pissy hallways
Every b!tch I meet, I pipe her up, n!gga, that s*it always
Had to tell lil’ baby to chill, you in good hands Allstate
Before I bought my chain off Bubba, n!gga, I was serving all yay
N!gga, I can do this s*it all day
Need a b!tch that stay down, talking some s*it, can’t get tied up
Ain’t no cuffing s*it, I’m with some fine s*it, got her tied up
I’m a victim of every bad b!tch I see, I slide up
What you doing today?
Tryna pick you up, tryna show you some of the finer things
I ain’t judging you, I know you tired of fu*king lames
I’m getting older now, I swear to God, I’m tired of games
What the fu*k going on? These hoes getting choosy
You getting too simple with this s*it, I swear you gon’ lose me
My baby mama moved on like I’m gon’ cry about it
These b!tches jump d!ck from d!ck, want me to slide ’bout it?
Hell nah, these n!ggas foolish, I’m in some s*it tinted coupish
With a Spanish b!tch from out of MIA with a big ol’ booty

I know the signs of a cheater, so every time, I leave her clueless
You wana fu*k another n!gga, baby, I’m Nike, go’n do it

[Chorus]
Okay, I’m late
But just because I took my time don’t mean you ‘posed to wait
How the fu*k a n!gga ain’t worth s*it tell me pick up the pace?
I see the problem, n!ggas ain’t even watching they own plate
I used to think I was shooting blanks
Real father to my child, this n!gga can’t say some s*it I ain’t
When I used to cook my dope, I served gate
You would think I’m cleaning chicken, I whipped that dope right over the sink, I need the base