Tim Tebow Exotic
Ha, yeah
Fuck, yeah, uh-huh
I'm just gonna start recording
Yeah
Ain't worried bout the competition I don't get scared by my own shadow
Fightin' demons up inside of my head but that's just half the battle
All terrain, just tracked the gravel
Suitcase full, stay packed to travel
Yeah, ha, yeah, yeah
Ain't worried bout the competition I don't get scared by my own shadow
Fightin' demons up inside of my head but that's just half the battle
All terrain, just tracked the gravel
Suitcase full, stay packed to travel
The vultures round, I see the hawks, like we out in Seattle
If I was you, I'd hate me too I could really act the asshole
Yo, so-called brother snaked right through the grass, how you ain't hear the rattle?
Yo, family tree be full of rats, know what they say bout the apple
Why everybody stay feelin' the type of way? I swear they hoes too fragile
Man, fuck you talkin' bout kinda-sorta?
See them hatin' that shit adorable
So up right now to take a loss, that shit still affordable
You broke, so you ain't got no business tryin' to give me pointers
You a yes man, dick rhyme for what? You just follow orders
Fell back a couple times and ever since been movin' forward
Live longer, mind your business curiosity killed the reporter
Hit-hit my dog on straight bullshit you'd think he play for Georgia
This bitch actin' like a dime but beggin' pennies, nickels, quarters
Overseas, my song's healin' the soul, Doctors Without Borders
Me-me and twin like Klay and Curry we the money warriors
Man, I got that lion in my heart I feel just like LaPorta
Call the pressure "Tim Tebow Exotic", the Heisman of Florida
I ain't even tryin' to boast but I swear to God, this gon' make me a fortune
Nick Bosa, I'll run up 49, the sack big money motion
Took a week off, then jumped right back in and ran me up some more shit
Without a doubt, somebody tripped then we gon' cause commotion
The real gon' eat like kings, the weak starve, survival of the fittest
Keep lyin' to your peoples, swear to God, you need a fitted
This rap shit chose me, Swear to God, nah, I ain't pick it
Talk about my bitch get slapped, like Will for Jada Pinkett
They saw me start my run and said "Bruh hell nah, is you serious?"
Now they see I'm runnin' up they running laps to find the finish
Za freaking it smell hideous
Money jumpin', shit ridiculous
These hoes ain't tryin' see us win like Candace from that Ferb and Phineas
Shit
Ha, yeah, yeah
Fuck, just bring the hook back, I'm done
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't worried bout the competition I don't get scared by my own shadow
Fightin' demons up inside of my head but that's just half the battle
All terrain, just tracked the gravel
Suitcase full, stay packed to travel
The vultures round, I see the hawks, like we out in Seattle
If I was you, I'd hate me too I could really act the asshole
Yo, so-called brother snaked right through the grass, how you ain't hear the rattle?
Yo, family tree be full of rats, know what they say bout the apple
Why everybody stay feelin' the type of way? I swear they hoes too fragile
The fuck?
Yeah
Uh-huh
Ain't worried bout the competition I don't get scared by my own shadow
Fuck, yeah, uh-huh
I'm just gonna start recording
Yeah
Ain't worried bout the competition I don't get scared by my own shadow
Fightin' demons up inside of my head but that's just half the battle
All terrain, just tracked the gravel
Suitcase full, stay packed to travel
Yeah, ha, yeah, yeah
Ain't worried bout the competition I don't get scared by my own shadow
Fightin' demons up inside of my head but that's just half the battle
All terrain, just tracked the gravel
Suitcase full, stay packed to travel
The vultures round, I see the hawks, like we out in Seattle
If I was you, I'd hate me too I could really act the asshole
Yo, so-called brother snaked right through the grass, how you ain't hear the rattle?
Yo, family tree be full of rats, know what they say bout the apple
Why everybody stay feelin' the type of way? I swear they hoes too fragile
Man, fuck you talkin' bout kinda-sorta?
See them hatin' that shit adorable
So up right now to take a loss, that shit still affordable
You broke, so you ain't got no business tryin' to give me pointers
You a yes man, dick rhyme for what? You just follow orders
Fell back a couple times and ever since been movin' forward
Live longer, mind your business curiosity killed the reporter
Hit-hit my dog on straight bullshit you'd think he play for Georgia
This bitch actin' like a dime but beggin' pennies, nickels, quarters
Overseas, my song's healin' the soul, Doctors Without Borders
Me-me and twin like Klay and Curry we the money warriors
Man, I got that lion in my heart I feel just like LaPorta
Call the pressure "Tim Tebow Exotic", the Heisman of Florida
I ain't even tryin' to boast but I swear to God, this gon' make me a fortune
Nick Bosa, I'll run up 49, the sack big money motion
Took a week off, then jumped right back in and ran me up some more shit
Without a doubt, somebody tripped then we gon' cause commotion
The real gon' eat like kings, the weak starve, survival of the fittest
Keep lyin' to your peoples, swear to God, you need a fitted
This rap shit chose me, Swear to God, nah, I ain't pick it
Talk about my bitch get slapped, like Will for Jada Pinkett
They saw me start my run and said "Bruh hell nah, is you serious?"
Now they see I'm runnin' up they running laps to find the finish
Za freaking it smell hideous
Money jumpin', shit ridiculous
These hoes ain't tryin' see us win like Candace from that Ferb and Phineas
Shit
Ha, yeah, yeah
Fuck, just bring the hook back, I'm done
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't worried bout the competition I don't get scared by my own shadow
Fightin' demons up inside of my head but that's just half the battle
All terrain, just tracked the gravel
Suitcase full, stay packed to travel
The vultures round, I see the hawks, like we out in Seattle
If I was you, I'd hate me too I could really act the asshole
Yo, so-called brother snaked right through the grass, how you ain't hear the rattle?
Yo, family tree be full of rats, know what they say bout the apple
Why everybody stay feelin' the type of way? I swear they hoes too fragile
The fuck?
Yeah
Uh-huh
Ain't worried bout the competition I don't get scared by my own shadow
Credits
Writer(s): Drayce Ayers
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