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timb$ - brent faiyaz lyrics

[intro]
who wants to be michael jordan? raise your hand
only raise your hand
michael, the president of the year, that’s good
the whole concept of success to me is a little bit warped
’cause, what are you being successful at, in your house trapped?
at this mountain with this mold around it
and not gettin’ to my— yeah
on my big car and drive to my destination and not see people

[verse]
i’m screamin’, “f*ck the world” when i wake up
i got god on my mind and the devil on my nuts
bible in my hand, through my brain is countin’ ends
swore i wasn’t gon’ murder
may i repent when i win?
life on the rise, so, i look up at the sky, like, “what’s next?”
f*ck n*gga feel the need to sneak diss? be my guest
death over dishonor, not dishonor over death
you do this sh*t for respect, i just do this for my set
now, i’m [?], free the guys, f*ck the cop
lost kids, shout out to my soldiers on the block
my main b*tch is a1, your main b*tch look like she smoke rocks
and, if your main b*tch is on ten, then, your main b*tch is my main thot
f*ck you thought?
i’m boomin’ ’round the way, i swear, y’all n*ggas need to stop
i’m gettin’ white girl love, [?] my n*gga slops
and, plus, i’m down to show, so, i seen a couple
years of makin’ beats in the lab, i’m fightin’ carpel tunnel
like, tenth grade, smoked out, bars and trouble
people don’t know the struggle, yet, they swar they love you
and, now, i’m like a big deal in my city
eighteen, but i’m feelin’ like i’m fifty, all my brothers with me
i hear a lot of threats, but ain’t a n*gga hit me
i’m certified, look me up, them loki n*ggas shifty (for real)
and, now, i’m plottin’ on my enemies
(so much money, is my i.d. gon’ try me?)
and, i saw people whack like n*ggas is all dumb
like, we ain’t all lost our innocence mad young
i used to think that crime touch him, well*off, n*gga’s suburban
but, f*ck it, i know n*ggas that took a life, now, they doin’ life
i never got out, couldn’t see a problem, and duck it
but, it ain’t ’bout where you from, that’s them n*ggas you run with
back in school, i used to hang with them n*ggas
teachers got close, they like, treat me like what i’m not, i’ma be with you fair most
[interlude]
the gifts, we don’t have to worry ’bout so much because god gave them to us
it’s— it’s— it’s the livin’, it’s the life
it’s the now, you know, it’s wisdom without understanding is, what is it?
you know?
how do you— you— you’re so wise, you’re so intelligent, but how do you apply that to your life?
is your life internal?
my whole life after— at a certain point was studio and, and, uh, you know, uh
studio, hotel, stage, hotel, stage, studio, stage, hotel, studio, stage, you know?

[instrumental]

[bridge]
takin’ my ten set to south beach
had my n*ggas livin’ lavish, lit
if you ain’t a hundred, stay away from me
all my brothers down to spray for me
bad b*tch that like to pay full
b*tch, i barely got a bankroll
spend it on a smoke and some designer clothes
i guess that’s just the way it goes

[verse 2]
b*tch, my whole city got loki, i’m play
but, i still doubt you’ll run into us
tell a f*ck n*gga to get the f*ck out of my face if you ain’t come in with us
my b*tches look glamorous
i got n*ggas that’s dangerous, f*ck n*ggas can’t hang with us
n*ggas know me, same n*gga used to blow loud, bought a oz, lookin’ out for police
my n*gga sak got the strap, that’s my motherf*ckin’ homie
your b*tch wish she could clone me
she just wanna blow me and my whole team
she like, “y’all n*ggas is so mean”
keep that sh*t a stack, beat her from the back
now, she run on both knees
she just really jacked me for my timbs, i just really jack her for the trim
say you got a n*gga, f*ck him
you just f*cked my kin, you with all your friends, stay tryna fit in (huh)
stay tryna fit in
sh*t is kinda sad, but i got it in
all of my n*ggas is here, all of my n*ggas is here
we done came up since last year

- brent faiyaz lyrics

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