Pop champagne
This one for my niggas
Dreams of living lavish
We was tryna get richer
Couple wins
Make them sick
But the victories
Make them sicker
For the lost ones
We pouring
Bottles of liqour
Its like draft day
You know its time to get active
Cool, calm, collected
If the the measures
Getting drastic
I aint see nothing
I don't know why you asking
If the bad outweigh
The good
Then we just flip it like a fraction
Reciprocal energy
Who they pretend to be
Close watch on my enemies
Guardian angels
And i can see what they telling me
Cause
When the smoke clear then
We should all some
Have clarity
Thats 20 20
For ya
We was in the field
Playing defense
Like a corner
Now we makin plays
Directing offense
Like
A quarter
Back to the structure
Cause a nigga needed
Order
Walking
With A purpose
You could see it
In my aura
Beast mode
Me on any beat
That's a cheat code
Going 4 the win
I bring it home
Like a depot
Storage for my trophies
And wins
Now a nigga seat back
Blowing smoke
Out the benz
Ayeee
Hands together
Head to the sky
Pray for my sins
I always knew i could
Fly
Just needed some wings
Up my sleeve
Championships
Look at my rings
I Came from nothing
A nigga earning his
Seat with the kings
Young fly nigga
Go for mine
Do or die nigga
Do right kill
Everything
Its my time nigga
Tell me
How you a real one
You droppin
Dimes nigga
Know yaself
If you
Play the game
Then do it right nigga
I be slick with the
Talk
Smooth wit the walk
Thats ill shit
From the
Ground up
We started
This shit
We building
Never had a limit
Cause we pushing through
The ceiling
Started with Goal
Is
How we ending
Up with millions
Perfect Timing
Didnt see the ladder
Im climbing
Stay grounded
When the bigger
Picture
Designing
Flying
First classs
Is how we changing
Up the climate
Defeating all odds
Is how we rearrange
Alignment
(Talk That Shit)
Tell the higher ups
Im arriving
Hidden gem like
A diamond
Got the goods
Like consignment
Top of the list
We striving
Road to greatness
Im driving
Bad bitch and
She riding
Blowing smoke
On a island
Yea
Hahaha
Yea
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T.J Peso - Perfect Timing Lyrics
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Pop champagne
This one for my niggas
Dreams of living lavish
We was tryna get richer
Couple wins
Make them sick
But the victories
Make them sicker
For the lost ones
We pouring
Bottles of liqour
Its like draft day
You know its time to get active
Cool, calm, collected
If the the measures
Getting drastic
I aint see nothing
I don't know why you asking
If the bad outweigh
The good
Then we just flip it like a fraction
Reciprocal energy
Who they pretend to be
Close watch on my enemies
Guardian angels
And i can see what they telling me
Cause
When the smoke clear then
We should all some
Have clarity
Thats 20 20
For ya
We was in the field
Playing defense
Like a corner
Now we makin plays
Directing offense
Like
A quarter
Back to the structure
Cause a nigga needed
Order
Walking
With A purpose
You could see it
In my aura
Beast mode
Me on any beat
That's a cheat code
Going 4 the win
I bring it home
Like a depot
Storage for my trophies
And wins
Now a nigga seat back
Blowing smoke
Out the benz
Ayeee
Hands together
Head to the sky
Pray for my sins
I always knew i could
Fly
Just needed some wings
Up my sleeve
Championships
Look at my rings
I Came from nothing
A nigga earning his
Seat with the kings
Young fly nigga
Go for mine
Do or die nigga
Do right kill
Everything
Its my time nigga
Tell me
How you a real one
You droppin
Dimes nigga
Know yaself
If you
Play the game
Then do it right nigga
I be slick with the
Talk
Smooth wit the walk
Thats ill shit
From the
Ground up
We started
This shit
We building
Never had a limit
Cause we pushing through
The ceiling
Started with Goal
Is
How we ending
Up with millions
Perfect Timing
Didnt see the ladder
Im climbing
Stay grounded
When the bigger
Picture
Designing
Flying
First classs
Is how we changing
Up the climate
Defeating all odds
Is how we rearrange
Alignment
(Talk That Shit)
Tell the higher ups
Im arriving
Hidden gem like
A diamond
Got the goods
Like consignment
Top of the list
We striving
Road to greatness
Im driving
Bad bitch and
She riding
Blowing smoke
On a island
Yea
Hahaha
Yea
This one for my niggas
Dreams of living lavish
We was tryna get richer
Couple wins
Make them sick
But the victories
Make them sicker
For the lost ones
We pouring
Bottles of liqour
Its like draft day
You know its time to get active
Cool, calm, collected
If the the measures
Getting drastic
I aint see nothing
I don't know why you asking
If the bad outweigh
The good
Then we just flip it like a fraction
Reciprocal energy
Who they pretend to be
Close watch on my enemies
Guardian angels
And i can see what they telling me
Cause
When the smoke clear then
We should all some
Have clarity
Thats 20 20
For ya
We was in the field
Playing defense
Like a corner
Now we makin plays
Directing offense
Like
A quarter
Back to the structure
Cause a nigga needed
Order
Walking
With A purpose
You could see it
In my aura
Beast mode
Me on any beat
That's a cheat code
Going 4 the win
I bring it home
Like a depot
Storage for my trophies
And wins
Now a nigga seat back
Blowing smoke
Out the benz
Ayeee
Hands together
Head to the sky
Pray for my sins
I always knew i could
Fly
Just needed some wings
Up my sleeve
Championships
Look at my rings
I Came from nothing
A nigga earning his
Seat with the kings
Young fly nigga
Go for mine
Do or die nigga
Do right kill
Everything
Its my time nigga
Tell me
How you a real one
You droppin
Dimes nigga
Know yaself
If you
Play the game
Then do it right nigga
I be slick with the
Talk
Smooth wit the walk
Thats ill shit
From the
Ground up
We started
This shit
We building
Never had a limit
Cause we pushing through
The ceiling
Started with Goal
Is
How we ending
Up with millions
Perfect Timing
Didnt see the ladder
Im climbing
Stay grounded
When the bigger
Picture
Designing
Flying
First classs
Is how we changing
Up the climate
Defeating all odds
Is how we rearrange
Alignment
(Talk That Shit)
Tell the higher ups
Im arriving
Hidden gem like
A diamond
Got the goods
Like consignment
Top of the list
We striving
Road to greatness
Im driving
Bad bitch and
She riding
Blowing smoke
On a island
Yea
Hahaha
Yea
Writer: Jordan Taylor
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid