They say timing is money
They say power is knowledge
Half my niggas in prison
The other half went to college
I stay in my lane, you ask I speak the truth like a prophet
Stand tall until I break, cuz you don't fold when you solid
My new bitch look like Beyoncé, she woke up looking flawless
I been grinding non stop from September to August
Things don't go as planned I don't know what to call it
It ain't what you say it's how you say it, Just being honest
Got a S on my chest, on my back it's a target
They play foul, but I stay above the rim like I'm Spaulding
Never know who rolling with me, better watch how you talking
Haters stay running they mouth I hope you bite how you barking
It's that gas if I'm sparking, aggravated I'm sober
I got problems I know it, Blessings still taking over
I can leap over mountains, what's a rock to a boulder?
I'm a hustler homie, brush that dirt off my shoulder
She swallowed me whole she got her throat like a cobra
Smash her from the back I make it clap like the Nola
Maestro got the sauce you better heard what I told you
Ingredient X, I drop that Coke in the Cola
Keep it hot in October it's that heat if I'm dropping
Keep that stick like controllers boy you know how they rocking
Drove to drop named her Lola when I pulled out she topless
All my Niggas self-made punch the clock aint a option
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They say timing is money
They say power is knowledge
Half my niggas in prison
The other half went to college
I stay in my lane, you ask I speak the truth like a prophet
Stand tall until I break, cuz you don't fold when you solid
My new bitch look like Beyoncé, she woke up looking flawless
I been grinding non stop from September to August
Things don't go as planned I don't know what to call it
It ain't what you say it's how you say it, Just being honest
Got a S on my chest, on my back it's a target
They play foul, but I stay above the rim like I'm Spaulding
Never know who rolling with me, better watch how you talking
Haters stay running they mouth I hope you bite how you barking
It's that gas if I'm sparking, aggravated I'm sober
I got problems I know it, Blessings still taking over
I can leap over mountains, what's a rock to a boulder?
I'm a hustler homie, brush that dirt off my shoulder
She swallowed me whole she got her throat like a cobra
Smash her from the back I make it clap like the Nola
Maestro got the sauce you better heard what I told you
Ingredient X, I drop that Coke in the Cola
Keep it hot in October it's that heat if I'm dropping
Keep that stick like controllers boy you know how they rocking
Drove to drop named her Lola when I pulled out she topless
All my Niggas self-made punch the clock aint a option
They say power is knowledge
Half my niggas in prison
The other half went to college
I stay in my lane, you ask I speak the truth like a prophet
Stand tall until I break, cuz you don't fold when you solid
My new bitch look like Beyoncé, she woke up looking flawless
I been grinding non stop from September to August
Things don't go as planned I don't know what to call it
It ain't what you say it's how you say it, Just being honest
Got a S on my chest, on my back it's a target
They play foul, but I stay above the rim like I'm Spaulding
Never know who rolling with me, better watch how you talking
Haters stay running they mouth I hope you bite how you barking
It's that gas if I'm sparking, aggravated I'm sober
I got problems I know it, Blessings still taking over
I can leap over mountains, what's a rock to a boulder?
I'm a hustler homie, brush that dirt off my shoulder
She swallowed me whole she got her throat like a cobra
Smash her from the back I make it clap like the Nola
Maestro got the sauce you better heard what I told you
Ingredient X, I drop that Coke in the Cola
Keep it hot in October it's that heat if I'm dropping
Keep that stick like controllers boy you know how they rocking
Drove to drop named her Lola when I pulled out she topless
All my Niggas self-made punch the clock aint a option
Writer: Jonathan Simpson
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