Emont - Fuck The Timing

It's flowers in the Meadows I keep picking
Love is a drug, it's my prescription
Love ain't for me, end of sentence
Love ain't for free, let me mention
You paying hoes with time and attention
The pussy fye there's really no contention
Bitches wouldn't fuck cause the lenses
Upgraded, back with a vengeance
Easy, how I finish off the mission
Now you only see me in the trenches
I'm fighting myself, I enlightened myself
Hoes only want you when they see a gain
If it weren't for the game, I would be by myself
But I found peace of mind, I need love before fame at a decent time
If they hate me now, I'll let them be behind
I ain't made it yet there's still a need to climb
In the mean time I want money with my blessings
I know niggas out here with some bad intentions
Granny keep me on track in the right direction
Gotta make momma happy without a question
Only question should be "Are they keeping up?"
Even after the fame it won't be enough
Cause too much of my family died while in poverty, honestly they didn't see enough
When Im on, its fasho I'll bring family with me
Help me watch for these niggas that's tryna get me
And surround me with love so I never go under and tread through the sidewalks like Whitney

I Juke and Jive through the pressure
Raise the bar up past the measure
Not everybody out to get ya
With that being said don't be hangin with extras
These the lessons my momma had told me
These the lessons that pops had to show me
It's a little I picked up from Kobe
Turned me into the one (Wan) like Obi

I keep on climbing
The way I see it I can only keep rising
I elevate when I inhale and when I'm writing
Persistence key, eventually imma be flying
Fuck the timing

Before Take one, I take notice
All actions get noted
When I get in motion
A hell of a moment
The time feeling frozen
I'm all alone, i never see my opponents
But I bet they be aware
When I become the king it won't be an heir
From the hell that I bring, bet it's silence that ring
Trust the niggas that's with me is gone take it there
Please don't push me tryna think it's pussy
Imma show you just how slippery the slope a get
Imma Vet and Rookie, my chance when they took me
Hard body 150 when soaked wet
That's word to my momma, hang with Anacondas and mambas
I be with the Kobe set
Fuck 12 and your honor
Your honor I ponder on how you hate and don't know me yet
But still

I Juke and Jive through the pressure
Raise the bar up past the measure
Not everybody out to get ya
With that being said don't be hangin with extras
These the lessons my momma had told me
These the lessons that pops had to show me
It's a little I picked up from Kobe
Turned me into the one (Wan) like Obi

Fuck the choruses
All you niggas slow like the tortoises
Need my justice, like the one recording this
Been on fire so you know I'm scorching shit
Never tired so you know I'm scoring shit
Only problem, how quick I get bored with this
See the beat as a flame so of course it's lit
Double cross me I don't see remorse for shit
How I'm killing these niggas, they Krillin to niggas
I'm like, "I hopped off the porch for this?"
Still building these figures, I'm painting a picture that I know will get niggas torches lit

Written by:
Emont Merritt

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