[Verse 1]

They ask me what I do and who I do it for

And how I come up with this shit up in the studio

Nigga you should know, I been the hottest prospect

Since I was a teen Calvin Cambridge, Ricky Rubio

We need more niggas that have passion when they rapping

Sophomore Year, I had them big ass glasses, and my notebook

For my classes always full, but I ain't take notes, I was rapping

Get on Skype with my niggas thinking how to make a classic, but

Y'all was ignoring us, I was watching Victorious

And writing screenplays, fantasizing bout fame so glorious

"If they don't let us on, it's gone be racket like a tournament"

Fighting for a spot, I was on my Bobby Portis shit

I'm onto more important shit, and living it up/

I'm cut from the cloth of rappers actually giving a fuck

So all these rappers that only care about getting them bucks

I K-Shine all these niggas, I be zipping em up, what's up

[Hook]

(All you need is someone who cares)

Phoned it in? No you never can say Tim did that

(All you need is someone who cares)

And if this style outdated, I'mma bring it back

(All you need is someone who cares)

Now come on, come on, come on, I know you fuck with that

(Someone who will always be there)

And that's me, and that's me, and that's me

[Bridge x2]

And they say hey, Tim, I'm glad you met me

First 3 was fire, can't wait for the next three

You gone blow up, man it might be next week

When you blow up I hope you don't forget me

I say hey, there, I'm glad you let me

You like the first 3? You gone love the next 3

I might blow up, man it might be next week

If I don't blow up, I hope you don't forget me

[Hook]