[Verse 1]
What I gotta do to show you?
I told you, I’m the one the stylists go to
When they tryna find a look for shawty
My pics they go through
Copy what you want, but my soul is noble
Chosen from Divinity, Jamaican and Trinity
Representing for my people in the jungle that’s feelin’ me
The Hummer or in the Jeep
Bahamas or in Jersey
The holy hommie everywhere, call me The Trinity
In the Matrix curving basic bitches in the vicinity
Recommend you and ya people just join the committee
Vibe with me like, Ride with me like
Are you willing to take a hike for a Klondike?
What your life be like? Be Like, Be Like Mike
He ain’t ever camp out for kicks late at night
Chinese kids got paid nicks duplicating the prototype
But I hype ‘em looking like the next guy in the photo (Why?)
[Chorus]
I need a man in some Timbs ready for action
All I do is win, who said this ain’t a competition?
Black hoodie, black power, boy that been a mission
Fuck a petition, listen, let the revolution begin
I need a man in some Timbs ready for action
All I do is win, who said this ain’t a competition?
I need funds for my sons, bruh that been a mission
Fuck a petition, listen, let the revolution begin
[Verse 2]
The time is now (right now), let’s fuck it up (fuck it up)
Lace my Timbs up, ya face all scrinched up (Ew)
Not too tight though, room for my feet
Gotta wiggle all ten toes (Where you at, where you goin’?)
Could you, pitch a tent in the woods if we went, playa?
Pay my bills, could you pay for my rent, playa?
What up wodie is it you or it’s me? (It’s me)
Every time you come around you want something for free (Gimme!)
On ya ashy knees asking for the tax return money
Better grease them edges up, oil them elbows (It’s dry)
Can you hear me through them Dre Beats headphones? (Turn me up)
They gon’ act like they know you
When the shit hit the fan they gon’ act like they told you (Oh no)
There they go, in they Dada suits
Think you cute in the booth, with ya new Twitter boo
Crusty lace front glue, and you know that shit
Push the wig back, pulled out afro pick
Combing my shit out, watching Moesha on Centric
Satisfaction guaranteed and the movement relentless
Failed to join the revolution, get removed off the guest list
[Chorus]
I need a man in some Timbs ready for action
All I do is win, who said this ain’t a competition?
Black hoodie, black power, boy that been a mission
Fuck a petition, listen, let the revolution begin
I need a man in some Timbs ready for action
All I do is win, who said this ain’t a competition?
I need funds for my sons, bruh that been a mission
Fuck a petition, listen, let the revolution begin
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