Perfect Timing

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We did some shit that we was never 'posed to do
 If I ain't put you down, you still wouldn't have a clue
 They say you get around, so what to me, you new
 Just know I'm down for whatever you wanna do
 But lately I been indecisive, it's probably best for you to choose
 New Ferrari cost an M, if you want one, I'm buying two
 Fell in love with stacking hunnids plus my favorite color blue
 Started all this shit with nothing, ain't no way that I can lose
 If I run into the opps, then we gone eat, bruh say they food
 Hunnid million dollars cash inside the room, yeah, that's my mood
 Ain't seen the hood in a minute, but shh, I'm still in tune
 We got sticks and we outside, I live my life like I'm a goon
 We fell in love with shit we never 'posed to love
 You start acting out of character, I blame it on the drugs
 I gave everything I could, I guess my good ain't good enough
 Had some people fuck me over, so I keep my guard up
 New Ferrari got two motors, gas station, charge up
 I remember tryna run it up to snatch a charger
 I told brodie keep his prayers up, know God got us
 I been showing too much love, if I keep going, my heart'll bust
 They know they can't fuck with us
 I see her, I get a rush
 Don't go missing, stay in touch
 I won't fold or bend or break, I swear I'm solid as they come
 I am not lil' dude, he might be two, but he cannot be one
 I walk out, my hand on my gun, I gotta make it back to my son
 Dive in the end zone, I can't fumble
 Invest a couple M's with my mama
 Live like Jack but I don't like drama
 Bulletproof Cadillacs like Obama
 They know to shoot first, no warning
 Sometimes staying focused get boring
 I'm tryna touch a hunnid on this run
 Bottega bomber on this shit foreign, yeah
 Bitches trifling, niggas sniping, ain't no love, a nigga'll hit your baby mom
 Tom Ford jacket, bell-bottoms, ain't going to prom though
 Marble countertop, heated floors, I'm from the slum, hoe
 I play as the glue in this shit and make sure we stick together
 Brodie lost his life, and it inspired me to get my shit together
 Ain't no sense in me putting time in if it don't even matter
 If you don't get it, you throw a fit, and I'm starting to peep a pattern
 You could've just brushed that off, you had to be dramatic
 765 McLaren, this ain't the one they got
 Brabus truck at least half a ticket, I got it in the projects
 If anything, I tried to help you, I ain't never try to knock you
 We fell in love with shit we never 'posed to love
 You start acting out of character, I blame it on the drugs
 I gave everything I could, I guess my good ain't good enough
 Had some people fuck me over, so I keep my guard up
 Bitches trifling, niggas sniping, ain't no love, a nigga'll hit your baby mom
 Tom Ford jacket, bell-bottoms, ain't going to prom though
 Marble countertop, heated floors, I'm from the slum, hoe
 

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Duration
02:41
Key
1
Tempo
157 BPM

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