| My pops said «timing is money"ain't it?
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| I prayed over my watch and promised I wouldn’t waste it
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| No sir, and it’s no blurs, no vision tainted
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| Nor is the hue on this inf beam, ain’t shit adjacent
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| I’m in a place where to aim is like tryna kill a basement
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| The same basement I drew up on dreams in a basement, Money loud,
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| like the only way we can live is blatant
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| Until it muffles the crowd and then it get complacent
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| Bet placing, 3 dice, triplets
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| Keep mine in trips and I need mine in sixes
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| Pardon me G-O, I’m a Capricorn with tendencies bordering Leo
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| I was told that I would be Birdie but wanted to be Theo
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| I was 12 falling asleep to the thought of a kilo
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| I was 12 in advanced classes as bored as a free throw, my mother’s biggest fear
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| was me coming home with a P. O
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| So I never came home with one, never saw the back of a cop car
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| But saw the back of a cop soul with his Glock drawn
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| And saw the souls hop out of the women I hopped on
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| And saw Paesos on the V.I. |
| like «Sky Dawg it gotta be you»
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| You fathered everybody out on the move
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| Rappers doing alotta ugly tie shopping in June
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| I’m on the other side of the table like none of that’s important
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| But still I’m smiling on it cause it’s obviously true
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| I’m true enough to admit
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| That we grew up the same, we grew, up on a flip
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| As if that was God’s word
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| Intriguing how God works, and, how a rod works
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| And a bent card works, and how we thought it the same
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| And you get caught in the aim, of my side by sides
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| Birdies on a Hail Mary like, «la da da»
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| Rumor has it Bro is like Von Miller on the line
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| You false start and shit’ll turn thriller on a dime
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| I’m just filling in the time that I promised I wouldn’t throw out
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| Tryna catch a lick with my ace boon 'fore we close out
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| I move around lower than Ace do when I roll out
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| Hennessy blood stream, I bleed and it’ll flow out
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| And due to the circumstance that we was all placed in
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| The only way that we’ll be complacent is off of payments
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| And there go that word again, see how we all waiting?
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| The easier the truth the quicker you’ll all face it
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| Knee deep, chasing time
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| It’s like I’m standing still
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| Got no time to kill
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| No sleep, can’t rewind
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| So I walk alone
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| King without a throne
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| My pops said timing is money ain’t it?, I prayed over my watch and promised I
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| wouldn’t waste it
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| No sir, and it’s no blurs, no vision tainted
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| Nor is the hue on this inf beam, ain’t shit adjacent
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| I’m in a place where to aim is like Tryna kill a basement
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| The same basement I drew up on dreams in a basement, money loud,
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| like the only way we can live is blatant
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| Until it muffles the crowd and then it get complacent
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| Knee deep, chasing time
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| It’s like I’m standing still
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| Got no time to kill
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| No sleep, can’t rewind
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| So I walk alone
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| King without a throne |