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I used to tell people my plans
And they would tell me it's gonna be hell
I'm doing what I said just so the pettiness can prevail
Been skipping therapy
But I've been heavy into retail
I missed it when they dropped
I hate I had to get it resale
Just opened up shoppe
So now everything for presale
Wake up to the money it's already in my email
A lot of tongue twisting she could never sell a sea shell
It's Saint shit
There ain't gonna be no devil in these details
I use the guiding light so every time I write I see well
This ain't the place I chose but I adapt to where my feet fell
Son of Sadie she gave me that medicine to be well
So I think when you get up there to heaven it's a female
It's only right
My role models would hustle hand to hand
On the coldest nights
Told me don't put nothing before paper
Never told me twice
Know how much you're worth
Cause they gonna tell you that it's overpriced
But everybody play the game with loaded dice
For real
Seventy one degrees with a light breeze
Your bitch wanted a pic so I'm saying cheese
You gotta know you're dope before it drop
I think I'm on to something
I'm with Saint so all my sins don't amount to nothing
Pride bitches and paper
You lose them as soon as you chase them
I double down and replace them
Bless them amazing grace them
Lace them like John Starks
Can't skip to the cozy parts
My struggle provide art
I'm cursed and big heart
No rivals when it's from the chest
Pain been my family crest
Vintage fit my body best
Calm but I barely rest
Every dollar did the stretch
Daily motto no sweat
Your baby mom a mental crush
Tim with the Midas touch
These niggas or Trump
I don't know who's worse
Cleaning off the whip
While your favor rapper buy a purse
Free Gaza and free game is all I do on beats
I'm chasing heights and hitting goals
These niggas never reach
It's Tim