Perfect Timing

[Chorus]
They can’t see me, I’m not hiding
They can’t find me, I ain’t invite ‘em
Lowkey scheming, pressed out diamonds
World ain’t mind us, that’s just fine
Gotta go fight it, tryna’ make fire
Blowing down gas in the Chevy Impala
What you call that shit? Perfect timing
Let’s ignite it, ‘imma get mine
They can’t see me, I’m not hiding
They can’t find me, I ain’t invite ‘em
Lowkey scheming, pressed out diamonds
World ain’t mind us, that’s just fine
Gotta go fight it, tryna’ make fire
Blowing down gas in the Chevy Impala
What you call that shit? Perfect timing
Let’s ignite it, ‘imma get mine

[Verse One: Angelo Mota]
I can not fuck with it, but good luck with it
Hope that you comfortable, that shit stuck to ya
I’m making compasses, I ain’t losing no battles I’m bustin’ it
You gon’ chew on your rattle and fuss
Got no love for the president, government
We got troops on the ground and they tough
And I swear they can not get enough of it
This a notice of caution, they always watching
Thought I was popping, then I had options
Was I gon’ scroll up and pour up and pop it?
Or I could curl up in bed and get nauseous
Fuck it, I’m calling up, for the sloppy
You outta pocket, hahaha
I don’t know who ‘imma be when I’m off this
I can not find my ID think I lost it
I’m only tryna conspire with bosses
I’m only tryna get wired
I just be tired, expired, exhausted
How many times I tried?
How many times I relied on crosses?
How many times they lied? I’m tired
Fly with a grip, it’s a fire in the cockpit
If it get down to the line, I’m dying

[Chorus]
They can’t see me, I’m not hiding
They can’t find me, I ain’t invite ‘em
Lowkey scheming, pressed out diamonds
World ain’t mind us, that’s just fine
Gotta go fight it, tryna’ make fire
Blowing down gas in the Chevy Impala
What you call that shit? Perfect timing
Let’s ignite it, ‘imma get mine
They can’t see me, I’m not hiding
They can’t find me, I ain’t invite ‘em
Lowkey scheming, pressed out diamonds
World ain’t mind us, that’s just fine
Gotta go fight it, tryna’ make fire
Blowing down gas in the Chevy Impala
What you call that shit? Perfect timing
Let’s ignite it, ‘imma get mine

[Verse Two: Marco Luka]
Woah, woah
I can see the twilight
Eating at my soul, woah, woah
Sleeping right beside me, I’m gone
No, no, is it wrong?

I might bless her, huh
Told me she done with me texting her
Shorty come over, you vexing, huh
Get to the addy, undress her, maybe I’m flexing
Woah, can I touch your hoe
She too iced, so frozen
Acting like they don’’t know
Acting like I’m not chosen
Icing out, gotta relax for now
Is it because you proud?
Fuck all the buzz, I’m loud, yeah yeah
Don’t even know I exist
I think that you getting too cocky
I’m tryna be up on the list
Drowning in diamonds and hotter than sake

[Chorus]
They can’t see me, I’m not hiding
They can’t find me, I ain’t invite ‘em
Lowkey scheming, pressed out diamonds
World ain’t mind us, that’s just fine
Gotta go fight it, tryna’ make fire
Blowing down gas in the Chevy Impala
What you call that shit? Perfect timing
Let’s ignite it, ‘imma get mine
They can’t see me, I’m not hiding
They can’t find me, I ain’t invite ‘em
Lowkey scheming, pressed out diamonds
World ain’t mind us, that’s just fine
Gotta go fight it, tryna’ make fire
Blowing down gas in the Chevy Impala
What you call that shit? Perfect timing
Let’s ignite it, ‘imma get mine