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professional - tim maylam lyrics

(verse 1)
let me tell you something real i can’t get happy only happier
cause pain is what i feel, and it only makes me cr*ppier
man i’d love to live the dream and break the barrier
might go on for decades i don’t know but i ain’t holding back
god knows imma make it cause i’m grinding and i’m showing that
cars, money, girls, fancy cribs, but there’s more than that
i pray for something bigger like some kids cause i’ll be home for that
tryna splash like trigger trae
everyday
from the line we pray
shoot it up like ray
got some enemies but i don’t give a f*ck so we cool
do not change you be you
all the dramas see through
(verse 1)
give me your heart i need two
love my family the most, but yet we distant
rappers love to boast, cause their music not efficient
we were made unequal i’m the boss your the assistant
me and you cannot compare, because

(chorus)
i mean my flow is crazy
i can rhyme and rap like i’m swazy
i can’t be asked to do sports im kinda lazy
i keep it timmy turner like i’m stacy
i can rhyme one word with another
i can give that all back to my mother
i can give that all back to my brother
i’m wearing all black like it’s leather
when it comes rap i’m pretty d*mn clever
but i don’t wanna be hypothetical
but i’m not trying to be professional
(verse 2)
i’m just wanna be better than all
i’m 14 5’8 i’m kinda d*mn tall
when it comes to fights i try to stall
i’m in the streets tryna ball
i got your ex on my phone tryna call
i can flow and rap like i’m lil d*cky
when it comes to words i’m kinda of picky
cause ain’t n0body f*cking with t.pseudonym
a gun to their face is what i put to them
i keep it old school like it’s a freestyle

(verse 3)
aye, so poetically you justify the love i write for you
never happy with what i do, baby can we stick like to two lovers in glue
that’s a simple punchline
i remember getting dissed in the lunch line
mama always there for me, feeling just fine
until i increased the crime rate, underdog story with the film right?
catch me on tv selling back to back dvd’s
that ain’t a diss to drake or meek fam
(chorus)
i mean my flow is crazy
i can rhyme and rap like i’m swazy
i can’t be asked to do sports im kinda lazy
i keep it timmy turner like i’m stacy
i can rhyme one word with another
i can give that all back to my mother
i can give that all back to my brother
i’m wearing all black like it’s leather
when it comes rap i’m pretty d*mn clever
but i don’t wanna be hypothetical
but i’m not trying to be professional

- tim maylam lyrics

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