Tim Tebow Exotic Lyrics

Ha, yeah

Fuck, yeah, uh-huh

I'm just gonna start recording

Yeah

Ain't worried bout the competition I don't get scared by my own shadow

Fightin' demons up inside of my head but that's just half the battle

All terrain, just tracked the gravel

Suitcase full, stay packed to travel

Yeah, ha, yeah, yeah

Ain't worried bout the competition I don't get scared by my own shadow

Fightin' demons up inside of my head but that's just half the battle

All terrain, just tracked the gravel

Suitcase full, stay packed to travel

The vultures round, I see the hawks, like we out in Seattle

If I was you, I'd hate me too I could really act the asshole

Yo, so-called brother snaked right through the grass, how you ain't hear the rattle?

Yo, family tree be full of rats, know what they say bout the apple

Why everybody stay feelin' a type of way? I swear they hoes too fragile

Man, fuck you talkin' bout kinda-sorta?

See them hatin' that shit adorable

So up right now to take a loss, that shit still affordable

You broke, so you ain't got no business tryin' to give me pointers

You a yes man, dick riding for what? You just follow orders

Fell back a couple times and ever since been movin' forward

Live longer, mind your business curiosity killed the reporter

Hit-hit my dog on straight bullshit you'd think he play for Georgia

This bitch actin' like a dime but beggin' pennies, nickels, quarters

Overseas, my song's healin' the soul, Doctors Without Borders

Me-me and twin like Klay and Curry we the money warriors

Man, I got that lion in my heart I feel just like LaPorta

Call the pressure "Tim Tebow Exotic", the Heisman of Florida

I ain't even tryin' to boast but I swear to God, this gon' make me a fortune

Nick Bosa, I'll run up 49, the sack big money motion

Took a week off, then jumped right back in and ran me up some more shit

Without a doubt, somebody trip then we gon' cause commotion

The real gon' eat like kings, the weak starve, survival of the fittest

Keep lyin' to your peoples, swear to God, you need a fitted

This rap shit chose me, Swear to God, nah, I ain't pick it

Talk about my bitch get slapped, like Will for Jada Pinkett

They saw me start my run and said "Bruh hell nah, is you serious?"

Now they see I'm runnin' up they running laps to find the finish

Za reeking it smell hideous

Money jumpin', shit ridiculous

These hoes ain't tryin' see us win like Candace from that Ferb and Phineas

Shit

Ha, yeah, yeah

Fuck, just bring the hook back, I'm done

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ain't worried bout the competition I don't get scared by my own shadow

Fightin' demons up inside of my head but that's just half the battle

All terrain, just tracked the gravel

Suitcase full, stay packed to travel

The vultures round, I see the hawks, like we out in Seattle

If I was you, I'd hate me too I could really act the asshole

Yo, so-called brother snaked right through the grass, how you ain't hear the rattle?

Yo, family tree be full of rats, know what they say bout the apple

Why everybody stay feelin' a type of way? I swear they hoes too fragile

The fuck?

Yeah

Uh-huh

Ain't worried bout the competition I don't get scared by my own shadow