timing

Yeah
Turn me up

Spent years telling myself to be patient
Got a taste now I'm off to the races
You just gossip to me, that shit crazy
Talking tea like you work at Oasis
Don't take 'em serious, just entertainment
I don't hang with y'all, be out the way
See me and the money happily engaged and
When it call I pick up right away

Who out here real? It ain't too many left
If I'm not realest breathing, I'm holding my breath
Walked in for the paper, walked out with a check
It's no other replacement, I take all the bread
I'm here for the money, I'm leaving with something
You don't gotta love me, it is what it is
At this point I'm used to it
Way that I do this shit
Got you too furious, I feel like Ludacris

Fuck all that talking about it, just do the shit
Seeking attention, I see that you desperate
You is not serving nobody like stewardess
Know I'm the flyest, you not on this level
You on no-fly list, I put shit on, won't be needing a stylist
I got your life in my palm like the pilot
Stayed down to get up, it's all about timing
Handcraft the vibe, it sound how I designed it

I be keeping shit real, hype train get derailed
I keep stacking up paper, it help me sleep well
I like saving my money, don't pay for retail
I be tuning my drums, truth's in the details
See me doing my stuff, like how could he fail?
They keep saying they hot, that ain't how we feel
When I'm shooting my shot, I'm not gon' miss
You got a shooter-less squad like Rob Pelinka
Couple dollars off music, it got me thinking
I must lock in, how could I leave it?
Saw 'em switch in real time, I could not believe it
I ain't never had to change, but the guap more recent
Nah, I ain't made it yet, but I'm doing decent
Had to speed up the clock like we changing seasons
Yeah, I turnt up on 'em, need my achievements
Like Xbox lobby's, talk shit too easy

Who out here real? It ain't too many left
If I'm not realest breathing, I'm holding my breath
Walked in for the paper, walked out with a check
It's no other replacement, I take all the bread
I'm here for the money, I'm leaving with something
You don't gotta love me, it is what it is
At this point I'm used to it
Way that I do this shit
Got you too furious, I feel like Ludacris

Fuck all that talking about it, just do the shit
Seeking attention, I see that you desperate
You is not serving nobody like stewardess
Know I'm the flyest, you not on this level
You on no-fly list, I put shit on, won't be needing a stylist
I got your life in my palm like the pilot
Stayed down to get up, it's all about timing
Handcraft the vibe, it sound how I designed it



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Melrose
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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