〈INTRO〉
Turn the lights on
〈HOOK〉
New talk new grammar
I got no manners
I got no swerve
Hit em off to the curve
Better come get like me
Got me praying for my enemies
Got me talking like I’m Timothy
Got me working like a ten to three
New talk new grammar
I got no manners
I got no swerve
Hit em off to the curve
Better come get like me
Got me praying for my enemies
Got mе talking like I’m Timothy
Got me working like a tеn to three
〈VERSE 1〉
Get money man that’s old news
You be working like them old dudes
Oh you wanna be a fence boy
Tim Allen on the ProTools
Why you tryna grow some dreadlocks
Saving bullets from the dead stock
Tryna save it like it’s Redbox
Betta watch out for your head top
Ooh I be praying
Cuz that’s a situation
I don’t want nothing a part of
I go to God when I’m facing
See my whole life convertible
I don’t need to pull the top down
I will never leave the king out
Like Drake did on pop style
Ooh frisky boy
Lookin like a 50/50 boy
Eye like Bob and Whitney boy
Better thank God sent me boy
Let it go no take back
Got my soul print like a face tat
New life pray that
Get my soul cleaned like an Ajax
Double life no ain’t feeling it
Not like the world no synonym
Bad for ya bad for ya health where the medicine
Bad for ya bad for ya time no settling
Gotta pray fast read woah
I’m the dying last breed woah
Living water better drink slow
No telling how we flow
〈HOOK〉
New talk new grammar
I got no manners
I got no swerve
Hit em off to the curve
Better come get like me
Got me praying for my enemies
Got me talking like I’m Timothy
Got me working like a ten to three
New talk new grammar
I got no manners
I got no swerve
Hit em off to the curve
Better come get like me
Got me praying for my enemies
Got me talking like I’m Timothy
Got me working like a ten to three
〈VERSE 2〉
Left right left left
Hello the front to back
How many minutes that you feel can I rap
Run the convertible and peel to the back
Drive
Give me that vroom vroom vroom
Drive
Here it go boom boom boom
Drive
Momma like aye aye aye
Drive
Turn it down bay bay bay
What if I can rap snap like them
Run it for the track act like them
Giving the word
Feeling the feeling emerge
Then here me spitting when I sit on the curve
You wanna talk about you feel the urge is that real
Tell me your living is not for bad deals
You never want to be dead with bad skills
This holy water is not for bad gills
Man shut up
Working hard like I’m cut up
Razor guard let me cup up
Fresh and clean baby what up
What up what up
You ain’t know I had it turnt
Last food at the barbecue you ain’t you know you had it burnt
Now you know last minute but now you know
If I said it then I really meant it
Why you really tryna hide your feelings
Man now you know
You ain’t never need to draw back
You ain’t gotta see the outline
You can hear it from the call back
Hello
〈HOOK〉
New talk new grammar
I got no manners
I got no swerve
Hit em off to the curve
Better come get like me
Got me praying for my enemies
Got me talking like I’m Timothy
Got me working like a ten to three
New talk new grammar
I got no manners
I got no swerve
Hit em off to the curve
Better come get like me
Got me praying for my enemies
Got me talking like I’m Timothy
Got me working like a ten to three
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