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Cozz – Not a Minute More Lyrics

I do it for all the people that ain’t never switched at all
All of the people that was here before
I’m livin’ my life and I love for yours
We all been waiting, but I couldn’t take it
My nigga trust me, not a minute more
I’m the engine that could take us far
I’m talkin’ Westside to Singapore
I used to go to my third class and skip literature
Now I’m sittin’ in first class and my pen is raw
Don’t miss the shit, better get aboard
[Chorus]
This what happens when you live for God
This what happens when you pray to God
This what happens when you beat the odds
I’m waitin’ for him, not a minute more
This what happens when you wait for God
This what happens when you pray to God
This what happens when you beat the odds
I’m waitin’ for him, not a minute more
[Outro]
This what happens when you pray to God
This what happens when you pray to God
This what happens when you pray to God
Trust me, nigga, not a minute more
I’m waitin’ for him, not a minute more
This what happens when a nigga beats the odds
This what happens when you really live for God
We want it right now nigga, not a minute more [Intro]
Yeah I saw that
For real, for real
For real, for real
For real, for real
[Verse]
You gon’ get it boy ’cause you’ve been there before
And yeah I rode them buses and yeah I swept them floors
You ever feel like you was meant for more
So you chase some dreams until your legs are sore
I came a long way, used to get ignored
Now I can’t get away tryin’ to sit wit yours
Lot of niggas said they wanted this, I guess I made it more
I got the dope lines you’ve been sniffin’ for
I got everything that you can’t afford, on some metaphors
We run it right now nigga, not a minute more
All my niggas just tryna win, what you in it for
And I never thought that I’d get to ball
But became clutch when I was in the fourth
Don’t stall when you get the fork
Work hard and never make the fourth
Fuck a blue collar we gon’ get what we deserve
And we want blue dollars, ain’t gon’ be no person on the curb
Street lights on, my mama had to have me in before
I would sneak out, I was really just tryna be involved
Shared one room, so I was always in the kitchen more
The reason why I’m always cookin’ for it
The reason why my flight is booked tomorrow
The reason why my night is full of whores
If your broad right then I’m pullin’ yours
Play your cards right or I’m pullin’ yours
Yo parents rich, what you took it for? You going back, but Tom lookin’ Ford
I looked to Lord when we was poor
Bitch, you can’t guess how many more days that I’m not gon’ be paid
I got four words, not a minute more
Me and broke had to get divorced
I loved her once, but I was gettin’ bored
That was my baby, I had to hit abort
I don’t think I gotta get a Porshe
I don’t think that you gotta get a horse
In order for to you to ride for me
Trust in me and we can get it all
Come talk to me and you can evolve
I’m competition, I’m pissed, but don’t get involved
Don’t get confused, nigga this is war
I can bring the beef, chicken, and the pork
If you heard ’bout me, let me can get the source
Listen boy, all them stories be doctored it up ’cause I’m too sick
All they tryna do is get the cure
Not sayin’ you a bitch, but don’t be misinfomed
Time is money and I missed the cause
Man I’m trying to make the list of Forbes
Tell me, nigga, what you livin’ for?

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