Midrange Maestro (feat. Tim Saunders) [Stardust Cut]

We are, we are, we are
(Everything that) we are, we are, we are
Now it's like I'm always on the move
Know my destination coming soon
And we are, we are, we are
(Yeah everything that) we are, we are, we are
Now it's like I'm always on the move
Know my destination coming soon

Oooh, I feel like I got 'em where I want 'em
They say Tim move so low-key, yeah they won't see me coming
Fuck the flash, I got the fundamentals like Tim Duncan
It's no discussion
Yeah oooh, I feel like I got 'em where I want 'em
They say Tim move so low-key, yeah they won't see me coming
Fuck the flash, I got the fundamentals like Tim Duncan
It's no discussion

Yeah ooooh, ooh
I'm in this bitch with all my crew
And they know what we came to do
Don't take no Ls nah we don't lose, we just win, aye
Last of a dying breed, Midrange Maestro
Will I pass go? It depend on how that dice roll
Cambridge on my back, and I'm balling like Michael
When it comes to it, bitch I'm calling that iso
Wrote this in the winter, swear the city so ice cold
I'mma be the winner, swear this shit is all mine, tho
Calvin to a classic, imma get it on vinyl
Checking on my balance got me tipping on tightropes, yeah
Imma make it big, that's a certainty
Imma make it big, nigga, Hercules
Timmy murking beats is common like courtesy
I cut 'em like surgery, I burn 'em to the third degree like

Oooh, I feel like I got 'em where I want 'em
They say Tim move so low-key, yeah they won't see me coming
Fuck the flash, I got the fundamentals like Tim Duncan
It's no discussion
Yeah oooh, I feel like I got 'em where I want 'em
They say Tim move so low-key, yeah they won't see me coming
Fuck the flash, I got the fundamentals like Tim Duncan
It's no discussion

Yeah ooooh, ooh
I'm in this bitch with all my crew
And they know what we came to do
Don't take no Ls nah we don't lose, we just win, aye
These rappers rich, but they music ass
Well if that's what you can call it, hardly
Y'all bands overrated, Paul McCartney
Keep my circle smaller than an oligarchy
It's the Rapstar turned POPSTAR
Still got bars, don't get it twisted
I been singing but I'll rip a beat in half
With a quick incision, that's a split decision, listen
Singing on a high note, falsetto
Striving for the best while y'all settle
Seen my sauce now she want me get her Prego
Y'all boys fake and you looking at Jappetto
Put the pedal to the metal, hit gas and I'm gone
Not the gas like that, ain't passing a bong
I be gassing on songs, lemme rap on yo' song
You get trashed on yo' song, whoop yo' ass on yo' song
Wrote this in a minute, I be focused on sentence
They focused in the booth but don't be focused on the business
Indie artist tryna get signed while the industry rappers all talking bout going independent
They low-key co-dependent
Locked up in they contract like they co-defendants
Imma go and get it, just the show them dem niggas
Fuck slaving, all ya masters you should own 'em, nigga

Oooh, I feel like I got 'em where I want 'em
They say Tim move so low-key, yeah they won't see me coming
Fuck the flash, I got the fundamentals like Tim Duncan
It's no discussion
Yeah oooh, I feel like I got 'em where I want 'em
They say Tim move so low-key, yeah they won't see me coming
Fuck the flash, I got the fundamentals like Tim Duncan
It's no discussion