In Due Time
This is that, late night had one for the road
Vibing wit ya shorty, blowin' dro type flow
Interior illuminated by the dash and the city lights
Ya mind on a milli but y'all don't hear me right
Nah, this talk is reserved for move makers
Table shakers, gem droppers and jewel takers
I told you all this gon' be a lil different
Had to get my weight up so my favor the scales tip in
This feeling's been a long time coming
I feel who I'm becoming, you don't feel me? Good, I'm numbing
And stopped succumbing to the thoughts of you simple minds
I got a dance with destiny, it's a slow grind
If you cool with where you at then that's fine
But my aspirations endless with such limited time
So I prayed a little harder, God give me a sign
Fuck billboard, bills paid and the family fine
I don't talk, rather let the money narrate
Former broke boy finna make the bank break
I was hurting but the bands worth the band-aids
All the blood, sweat, and tears turning into champagne
I turned that top ramen into fine dine
I turned them cold calls into a hotline
I was wishin' on a star and they all aligned
Baby just do you, everything in due time
Looking to exceed what's expected of me
Tryna make every win won consecutively
Define my purpose cause we put on earth indefinitely
Get this work free but game sold separately
I try to share that, I know you hear that
Where yo head at? Is it where the bread at
Cause you ain't speaking more numbers, then say less words
Lotta nouns in your sentences but you lacking in verbs
I'm either getting to or constantly in bags
Someday I'll kick my feet up but till then they can't drag
Self invested, patient for the payout
Molded myself when the world threw the clay out
Being grown's to accept lotta people are silicone
Tough titties, learn to get it on ya own
Put in work and speak until it manifest
In a Honda but that S560 Benz is next
I don't talk, rather let the money narrate
Former broke boy finna make the bank break
I was hurting but the bands worth the band-aids
All the blood, sweat, and tears turning into champagne
I turned that top ramen into fine dine
I turned them cold calls into a hotline
I was wishin' on a star and they all aligned
Baby just do you, everything in due time
Vibing wit ya shorty, blowin' dro type flow
Interior illuminated by the dash and the city lights
Ya mind on a milli but y'all don't hear me right
Nah, this talk is reserved for move makers
Table shakers, gem droppers and jewel takers
I told you all this gon' be a lil different
Had to get my weight up so my favor the scales tip in
This feeling's been a long time coming
I feel who I'm becoming, you don't feel me? Good, I'm numbing
And stopped succumbing to the thoughts of you simple minds
I got a dance with destiny, it's a slow grind
If you cool with where you at then that's fine
But my aspirations endless with such limited time
So I prayed a little harder, God give me a sign
Fuck billboard, bills paid and the family fine
I don't talk, rather let the money narrate
Former broke boy finna make the bank break
I was hurting but the bands worth the band-aids
All the blood, sweat, and tears turning into champagne
I turned that top ramen into fine dine
I turned them cold calls into a hotline
I was wishin' on a star and they all aligned
Baby just do you, everything in due time
Looking to exceed what's expected of me
Tryna make every win won consecutively
Define my purpose cause we put on earth indefinitely
Get this work free but game sold separately
I try to share that, I know you hear that
Where yo head at? Is it where the bread at
Cause you ain't speaking more numbers, then say less words
Lotta nouns in your sentences but you lacking in verbs
I'm either getting to or constantly in bags
Someday I'll kick my feet up but till then they can't drag
Self invested, patient for the payout
Molded myself when the world threw the clay out
Being grown's to accept lotta people are silicone
Tough titties, learn to get it on ya own
Put in work and speak until it manifest
In a Honda but that S560 Benz is next
I don't talk, rather let the money narrate
Former broke boy finna make the bank break
I was hurting but the bands worth the band-aids
All the blood, sweat, and tears turning into champagne
I turned that top ramen into fine dine
I turned them cold calls into a hotline
I was wishin' on a star and they all aligned
Baby just do you, everything in due time
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Writer(s): Tremain Josie
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