Look how life, life has changed/
Movin up, to bigger things/
Look how time flies by..x2/ ( Aint it funny how time goes by..x2 )
I see the storm, thru the rain/
As for you, your still the same/
Look how time flies by..x2 ( Aint it funny how time goes by..x2 )
Verse 1
Check out your man who came up around the dope boys and backstabbers/
A dropout whom some referred to as a backpacker/
Dude they used to laugh at, member him?/
Bad rapper, exactly why being on the cover of that mag matters/
I chop it up with some artists I used to beef with/
Glad we all grew to see how played out beef is/
Besides, that aint something we're all willing to afford/
When your talented you try to get a million out of more/
Made a killing on tour, so while im wheelin that Azure/
Im wishing all my black youths could know the feeling I endure/
For some folks, my ceiling is their floor/
Wondering where I'd be if I aint feel like persevering anymore/
Look what time does, need a reality check/
It'll remind us, you cant run from it, it'll always find us/
And that's the game I respect it/
Rockin a different watch, but it gives the same message/
Chorus
Verse 2
Look, I used to see her on the tv/
Now she textin how she miss me and she need me/
Its funny I remember when she couldn't take it/
Now when she get naked/
Shorty ride it to the point I'm thinkin she about to break it/
Its a few broads that aint agree with my style/
Throwin it at me..yea they Cliff Lee with it now/
I mean they aint wanna smile at me, wouldn't say what up/
So I have them face down but turnin their faces up/
Same broads you grew up with..with no body/
Is gettin work done..tired of being nobody/
Fake tits and ass, changing their look vastly/
Like niggas dont remember how they looked last week/
I'll diss a broad in a second, dont put it past me/
You dont want the truth? Bitch probably shouldn't of asked me!/
Cuz they be thinkin they really be on the mind/
Though they rockin a nice watch, clearly got the wrong time/
Chorus
Verse 3
Look at ya man washed up/
Lookin like he needs to wash up/
Fell off now he just watch us/
Was playin ball, something happened to the weight/
Tried the dope boy shit, but I guess the same applied/
Had a short fall from grace, how the fucks you a critic?!/
Damn near 35, how the fucks you in a civic?!/
Rimmed up, tryna stunt, lookin ridiculous/
And he be dead sober, with them drunk lookin bitches/
Frail ass nigga, life movin' slow, snail ass nigga/
In the club before 12 ass nigga/
And the nigga used to knock me, now his shit is just sloppy/
Catch him in some jeans shorts,Issey Miyake/
Smoked out son, you aint get the memo?/
Still believing your own hype, still making demo's/
No grind, which lead to a short prime/
But homie aint got a watch, how he gon' know the time?/
Chorus
Bridge x2
Time flies by when you livin the life/
Leave the rest of the world behind/
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