Letra de Timon Squared

[Trellion]

I don’t wanna be the best but I am
I don’t wanna be this sweg, I just am
It’s really hard trying to not be the man, when I am
You wouldn’t understand
I don’t wanna be the best but I am
I don’t wanna be this sweg, I just am
Catch me kicking with the fam
DVL GANG DVL GANG GANG
Got lost in the source
Head to toe Gucci when I hopped in the Porsche {sweg}
Yeah, I got me some more
Tell the bitch suck my dick stop being a whore
Hey, peek through the blind, sea view is nice
Policemen will try sweet democide
Reach for the knife
Said I wouldn’t kill you but I secretly might
You think I won’t but I really will
Zero chill
Dear Trell, you’re my hero still
I know, I know we’re so ill
I be in my zone can’t hear you no
You’re deluded if you think I’m kind
I was trynna get a shooting
You never been the man, you’ve always been diluted
It’s like you try so hard just to be included
What the fuck you even doing?
Now school is in session {if I wanna be wack}
I'll ask you for the lesson
All you do is impressions
We all want attention but with you it's incessant
I think you lost sight of who you’re impressing
The thought of being like you is depressing
Tell you “Be cool, stop the stressin'”
But to you being cool's an obsession
Shit’s pathetic on a whole other level
We will never be the same bitch
I’m a rebel
You suck dick to get a medal
Try stepping to the gang, now you’re dancing with the devil

[Lee Scott]

I’m laughing but it’s no joke
I’m tryna cop a gold row boat that won't float
That doesn’t matter though look at it
Forget the love
I just do this for the fuck of it
Oi, shh! You button it
I just made some toast
You butter it
Am I the shit (yeah) just a bit
And another bit
I’m full of it
I haven’t moved a muscle but I’m running shit
Do I understand what I’m saying la?
Some of it, (most of it)
I’m 2Pac real
Every verse got that fresh new sock feel
The mind boggles
The rap games got more futures than sci-fi novels
{What chu got?}
I’ve got a lot to say
For someone that hasn’t got a lot to say
Lee and Trell, the modern day Kid ‘n Play
I sprain my ankle tryna two-step then limp away
I was a pimp yesterdee
And I’m a pimp today
I spread your girl’s legs
They was in my way
Lost in the rain
Head to toe Mitre when I hopped on the train
Until I heard you rap I was on some
"We are all one in the same" {type shit}
Nah, fuck that, fuck that
No chance
We’re definitely very different