Perfect Timing

Lyrics

Trell's on the track (Haha)
 Goddamn, BJ with another one
 I came out a roarin' lion
 I survived through the toughest of climates
 They was selling them dreams, I ain't buy it
 I went straight to the top with my mindset
 Patek Philippe, my wrist timeless
 I call that shit perfect timin'
 I call that shit perfect timin'
 Every day on that block, we was grindin'
 See, I ain't really have a thing
 I was tryna get some guala
 See, this was way before the fame
 Bro told me, "Stack every dollar," ayy
 New Audemar, not a plain
 And all of my diamonds, they flawless
 She wanna fuck and just live with a young nigga
 'Cause she know I'm on some boss shit
 When I come through, they like, "Aw, shit"
 I told my niggas, "I'm gettin' us all rich"
 Got the packages comin' through federal doors
 I cop the coke, leave you hard bricks
 I learned my lesson for lovin' these hoes
 These bitches be about all dicks
 Three codefendants when we caught that case
 I'm the one that kept it solid
 If I go broke today
 We gon' mask up with K's
 I'ma run in the bank and just say, "It's a stick-up
 I need everything out the safe," hey
 They know that nobody safe
 I play where don't nobody play, uh
 They know that nobody,
 They know that nobody, they know that nobody safe, hey
 I turned my dream to reality
 I swear to God, it's a shame, yeah
 I had a hustle mentality
 I'm grindin' hard every day, hey
 I reminisce 'bout the tragedies
 Got my lil' dawg in the grave
 Got my lil' dawg, got my lil' dawg, got my lil' dawg in the grave
 I seen the hurt in my mother face
 And I seen the hurt in my brother face
 Had to get off my ass and go out and get it
 I couldn't do it no other way
 What you know about paper chasing?
 On the floor, sleepin' in the basement
 Out the mud, got it out the pavement
 Right in front the judge, boy, you made a statement
 Eleven years old, felt it in my soul that I'ma die in these streets
 Bullets sprayin' 'round, night, lay me down
 Gotta pray before I go to sleep
 Mama told me, "Better look both ways,
 You lose your life in these streets"
 Steady reminisce about all the old
 Days, shit ain't right in these streets
 I came out a roarin' lion
 I survived through the toughest of climates
 They was selling them dreams, I ain't buy it
 I went straight to the top with my mindset
 Patek Philippe, my wrist timeless
 I call that shit perfect timin'
 I call that shit perfect timin'
 Every day on that block, we was grindin'
 See, I ain't really have a thing
 I was tryna get some guala
 See, this was way before the fame
 Bro told me, "Stack every dollar," ayy
 New Audemar, not a plain
 And all of my diamonds, they flawless
 She wanna fuck and just live with a young nigga
 'Cause she know I'm on some boss shit
 When I come through, they like, "Aw, shit"
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:20
Key
9
Tempo
150 BPM

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