Timbalands

Verse 1 Spittin' a flow over the goat, no nonsense Writing I know, lettin' it go, that's progress The beats are ridiculous and the drums are my instrument With an instrumental given, my delivery's imminent Yeah I'm foreign to these, but I was born to achieve Tracks I'll work till complete, then I sell my CDs My artistic ambition, it'll lead to fruition To the people who doubt me, know that I'm on a mission Know I'll put on my Timbalands, hit the stu, go to work Record One in a Million, makin' stuff you ain't heard I'll keep learnin' and searchin' so I can make avant garde But my music is nothing if I don't givе it to God For this track they applaud, yeah I'm talking the audiеnce Not the claps in the bars, yeah I thought that was obvious Know I just bodied this, leave the chef all my compliments Or give him my digits and say I'm ready to conquer this