times2 Lyrics

Tip toeing through this shit, ain't no joke yeah

Money motivated I don't gotta post, yeah

Solitary on my own, what you know yeah

Ain't no way to replicate it, you gonna fold yeah

Okay

I'm tip toeing through this shit, ain't no joke yeah

Money motivated I don't gotta post, yeah

Solitary on my own, what you know yeah

Ain't no way to replicate it, you gonna fold yeah, uh

On a mission grab the key

Love or hate me, I ain't changing

Bitch, got prestige

Coping mechanism, with the power in my hands

If they talk the loudest, they got nothing to offer

You a breathing kickstand, yeah

Bet I put 'em all in a trance

Made that mufucka hate himself, now he trans

Fully focused walking with my head held high

Trapped with myself until the day I gotta die

So I might as well embrace it, ain't no need for no disguise

Couple flows up in the chamber, Ima pick em by surprise

Yeah, I can't agree with the shit you be saying

Bitch, I ain't buying no hype

Yeah, used to be wondering why this shit ain't working out

Now I'm wise, I don't give no fucks about no one

I got crossed fingers, low income

Fuck I look like knocking anybody's hustle

That shit's done, low weak shit

Defense like Piqué

It's firsthand, no replay

Cold lies on this side, don't slide

We don't betray

Back then had no value

Fast forward, I'm times two

All facts, got pride in my gratitude

Sky blue and the grass green

My soul gold if you ask me

If money's up in a millisecond

I still won't be flashy

But light seep through my flesh

This shit's too complex

Can't really be outshined

Bitch, I really must confess

Tip toeing through this shit, ain't no joke yeah

Money motivated I don't gotta post, yeah

Solitary on my own, what you know yeah

Ain't no way to replicate it, you gonna fold yeah

Okay

I'm tip toeing through this shit, ain't no joke yeah

Money motivated I don't gotta post, yeah

Solitary on my own, what you know yeah

Ain't no way to replicate it, you gonna fold yeah, uh