My Season

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, uh Yeah We reckless Tryna get mine Time to get mine [Verse 1] Tell me if it's it real son? (Is it really real?) Everything I dreamt of (Is it really real?) When we used to get crunked Draped down, drinked up Diamonds in the pimp cup (Is it really real?) Is this really hip hop, am I really here? Wonder if his shit flops, is he really ill? Do it for the cream, with the critics to compare Nah, do it for the team and the niggas that was there That did it for the love on TJ shit Thinkin' that the game on some relay shit In a hurry for the fame and the relations Spendin' in the club on some DJ shit That ig'nance is bliss and the PJs were gettin' it That's all we know My homies going broke tryna hold the gold [?] and the toke got me comatose Quote my mom, "Why stop when I know I'm dope?" [Chorus] We reckless We wildin' Doin' shows for a couple of thousands Blowin' O's in a couple of hours Kiss the dick, bitch, quit being childish We reckless We wildin' Doin' shows for a couple of thousands Ask your hoe if you don't know about us Cuz she know Been tryna get mine, oh Been tryna get mine, oh Been tryna get mine, oh No more dreamin', it's my season It's time to get mine, oh Been tryna get mine, oh Been tryna get mine, oh No more dreamin' It's my season (sheesh) It's time to get mine, oh [Verse 2] *inhale*, legalize it Burning green, speedin' in the Hybrid Feel another needle treat your sinus (pour another) Pour another liter, he defines it Fixed for that feeling you wish for The shit I know these niggas pissed off Invite me in the cypher with his clique Then I'ma kill him and his dawgs Spit on any song I'm sicced on, get Big Sean'd Place your bet I'm next in Brooklyn, fuck a Jay Elect' The mayor, yep Remind 'em they're cadets, they ain't major yet Tryna use your star player as a safety net But you still background bound, no changing that They hate me cuz they see me as a threat Push a button, get you touched They only see me in the press Heard your CD, hit eject Extremely unimpressed I was better as a freshman beating on the desk Now I'm beating you to death [Chorus: Dyme-A-Duzin & Courtnie] We reckless (We reckless) We wildin' (We wildin') Doin' shows for a couple of thousands (Doin' shows for a couple of thousands) Blowin' O's in a couple of hours (Blowin' O's in a couple of hours) Kiss the dick, bitch, quit being childish (Kiss the dick, bitch, quit being childish) We reckless (We reckless) We wildin' (We wildin') Doin' shows for a couple of thousands (Doin' shows for a couple of thousands) Ask your hoe if you don't know about us (Ask your hoe if you don't know about us) She know (She know) Been tryna get mine, oh (trying to get mine, oh, I'm telling you) Been tryna get mine, oh (trying to get mine) Been tryna get mine, oh (trying to get mine, oh, I'm telling you) No more dreamin', it's my season It's time to get mine, oh (trying to get mine, oh, I'm telling you) Been tryna get mine, oh (trying to get mine) Been tryna get mine, oh (trying to get mine, oh, I'm telling you) No more dreamin' It's my season (sheesh) It's time to get mine, oh [Refrain: Dyme-A-Duzin & Courtnie] Tell me if it's it real son? (Is it really real?) (Is it really real? Yeah) Everything I dreamt of (Is it really real?) (Is it really real?) Tell me if it's it real son? (Is it really real?) Real Real