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letra de perfect timing - sincerest don

[hook- vante]

it’s perfect timing on em
i’m climbing up the ladder, yeah i’m rising on em
i came up out the dirt, i’m a diamond on em
and they ain’t see it coming now i’m shining on em
i said i’m shining on em
it’s perfect timing on em
i’m climbing up the ladder, yeah i’m rising on em
i came up out the dirt, i’m a diamond on em
and they ain’t see it coming now i’m shining on em
i said i’m shining on em

[verse 1-sincerest don]

we in a different type of league
imma leave it in the street
you rather type it in a tweet
our worlds could never meet
i should give ya n-ggas ether
instead, i’m bumping anita
blowing sativa, days in my two seater
back when numbers was high
2 for tens, said f-ck it
did 3 for 25, on dubose moving pies
9/5, on the side and i know dos goin ride
whoop a n-gga twice his size
look a n-gga in the eye
you can tell if he lyin
no more takin on beefs
i’m on a different type of time
before rhyme, i still had all the b-tches on my line
i make her catch the box
could give a f-ck, if she fine
lemme bring you up to speed
every struggle, i hit my knees
i ain’t start wit a p
sh-t, i started wit a dream
pop was gone, by my teens
crazy as it seems, that made me hustle smarter
help me understand karma
that sh-t real, use to tell me do dirt alone
turn 21, get it concealed, i ain’t listen
me and man, hustling out my mama kitchen
residue on the dishes, public housing
we was tripping
but i was brought up wit charisma
learned a spade is spade
get paid, and find the shade
the trap ain’t where it’s at
these n-ggas rapping cap
i rather give you the real
in each and every rap
it’s perfect timing
[hook-vante]

[verse 2- big mars]

we came from the dirt we deserve it all
we ain’t going back to the he-rs- involved
the gon feel this sin like the devil been working on em
i threw my pain out the window and closed the curtains on em
made it through certain situations, luckily
places i’ve been taught me caution, and it stuck with me
i’ve been all over the world, ain’t trying to die home
called me phony, or later, it’s still a dial tone
i’m busy i just ran it up, who burning cals off
pockets looking like i stuffed the whole pie in the calzone
and it’s dripping all that, ain’t that what the kid say
sippin on that made me forget about everything
perfect timing, can’t bring back all of the hours we lost
all the family we buried, and all the flowers we bought
but, we still out here celebrating life
over dinners with members that never did it for their likes
27 winters, if we’re, being precise
we been frigid
tell the waiter to hold the ice
unless it diamond tested
we die over that in the dice
play your role they snake you out for some time
gotta move perfect
keep my piece in my pretty petite double c purses
so she lean on me when they get to purpin
bet you still catch a heel from cinderella
put both fans up in the air
since your time it ain’t perfect

- sincerest don

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