TIMING. ft. Jordaine Grant Lyrics

Groovy in a sense

Me and all the boys on the ends

We're trying to find us a move for the blend

They trying to make it suspense

Groovy in a sense

Me and all the boys on the ends

We're trying to find us a move for the blend

Going suspense

We be in the cut like a band aid

Trying to round off for the paper like a printer

Trying to get the bread because

Trying to get the bread because you know I'm a winner

My attitude like a top dog

That be the reason why I'm in the bank

Remember them good days like SZA

Never had much, but I had me la familia

So I yea, fixed up the pipe for some better flow

That's a figure of speech, that's a metaphor

Had to hop in my bag like I fry

Had to pray to my Lord for my why

Why am I here, why am I placed in this space

I guess I better do my research in case

Because I know that God never tests you on something you can ace

Checking the board

Off with your head if you step to the boy

Cross them like Steph, put ten on the board

Sharpen my pen got ten on the drawer

Running for less, we destined for more

Crossing my fingers, we dead all the noise

Hear all the talk, they never stepped forward

Stopped by the federal then I kept going

My brain is on ten

Run out of ink, reloading my pen

I count up this money, the figures I spend

I still find it funny, we're floating again

Ran up the lotto, we're pushing a Benz

There's no tomorrow, get lit with my friends

Can't feel the sorrow, you don't live again

So live by the motto ahead of my gen

Pop all these bottles and drink with the fam

There's no say when you're time is up

Feel no way when they're lining up

There's no save when you're dialing up

Nigga five zero eight and we're spiraling up

Still no play when the time is tough

Steer both ways from behind the truck

Getting still no play while my mind is stuck

I'm still in my prime

Niggas are shady, peeping like Tom

I threw it like Brady, get back on my grind

Feeling like KD, I still got the drive

Hop in Mercedes and pass it to Lebron

Ask him to pay me, I live in my mind

Feeling like Swae Lee, Montana with nine

Like back in the eighties, I blast until I'm gone

Been catching a fade while I'm catching a vibe

Minimum wage

Count on my products to get through the days

Punching the clock all we do is get paid

My nigga this is Blue Bear, Carlitoo and Jay

Groovy in a sense

Me and all the boys on the ends

We're trying to find us a move for the blend

They trying to make it suspense

Groovy in a sense

Me and all the boys on the ends

We're trying to find us a move for the blend

Going suspense