Perfect Timing

Perfect timing, yeah, I call it perfect timing Yeah... Spent my whole life on a mission Tryna show the people that they can get it We're all kings and queens (whew) Don't let 'em diminish your spirit Took time to get it right Cause I had always envisioned a new me with a special purpose Motivate the people with eyes who could never see it These the times when everybody needs somebody The news said, "more black man, more bodies" Why the fuck you think we out here tryna make a difference? I don't care about the platinum plaques or fame, my nigga I'm focused on all my morals, still the same nigga My music is truly art, but the paint's thinner I was praying to God, hoping that I could make it So I can tell all these artists their music is so special You can't feel by reality meets heroes, nigga Not fake ass traps and who's popping more But, y'all don't hear me, man How you been? What you doing? It's been a while, I know you waited Listen to me: you'll never feel me When I die, I know you'll hear me "Nigga, where the hell you at? How come you don't ever help me? You been gone for too long, yeah, we knew that you would make it" Man, shut the fuck up Perfect timing, perfect timing Yeah, right back to business Right back to pain Right back to making the most just out of nothing Right back to being the one who just stands for something Deep down in the bottom of finding out that you want it I can't understand how people just telling me I'm on Just so they can stick around for the long run Knowing damn well they gone way before this song's done Tryna get a piece of everything I ever worked for Like, nigga...how is that love? Where's the damn trust? (whew) I can't love now, I gotta go up, uh Called you last week, and you ain't pick up On the same scene, you tried to change us (whew) Look into my eyes, you think I feel the same? We've never been the same, you've never felt my pain We'll never get a chance to this shit a-gain I hope you hear me out I hope you hear me out Like... How you been? What you doing? It's been a while, I know you waited Listen to me: you'll never feel me When I die, I know you'll hear me "Nigga, where the hell you at? How come you don't ever help me? You been gone for too long, yeah, we knew that you would make it" Man, shut the fuck up, yeah Perfect timing, perfect timing