Wack Clock, Pt. 2
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I'm that fucking wack clock So back off 'fore I attack y'all I'm ready to prove myself So I'm gassed up, finna blast off 'Cause I'm done waiting for better times And better rhymes, finna set it flying Scrapped ninetynine percents of every song I've made But this time I ain't set to hiding Been honing my skills in solitude Finna set 'em free on all of you Working with my team, Cray-B and me And we take care of all our dues And we 'bout to move, these bars' the proof Production on fleek and we're on the loose Been biding our time, reaching new heights Now the ceiling's our only risk of falling through 'Bout to get worldwide, for the first time Seeing through birds eyes, ugh From the countryside in west of Sweden Gothenburg, know the birthright, ugh Born to work the fields or become the accountant Of the family biz and I'm thankful, shit Everyday that I made my way And won't know what I was born to be, yeah Still working two jobs between doing this The hustle is rudiment How the f*ck I manage to produce an album And still finish watching The Office All way straight through again Ain't put in half the time That you pretend to write your tracks by Master procrastinator, battling masturbation Still rapping it better in my pastime No producer, doing it myself and I overdo it Head to my vocal booth and I go and lose it And put my damn soul into it Hit up Cray-B, get a hundred fucking takes Send 'em over to him He work on commission though so not to be going broke You best stream to pay him 'cause I won't be doing it Swear between producing myself And not paying workers I ain't losing a cent Keeping down costs so when this shit flops I can do it again Business minded like all fucking hell Learned the hard way after all that I've spent Now money's no problem 'cause I ain't losing shit The books are green, hooks are clean The dude's legit, now we're moving scenes Now all these wack rappers Finding new ways to keep a fluent stream It's the new regime, taken to new extremes The wack clock's on time and I'm always ready You coming to clock me, 'bout to regret it I'm swinging my arms around every second And second and second Getting ticked off your talk Y'all better back off Set to winter setting I'ma keep on heading This very direction Until I am dead in the trenches I've said it and it doesn't matter If I live in a mansion Or still my aunt's place I ain't never quitting This is my passion Least 'til I retire to just watching netflix You think you can do what I do Bitch, you could try to, shit Not two alike to aspire to do what I'm doing Chew you like tooth picks, moving like dookie Ew, I'm shooting out tubes and I'll scuba dive through it It might not make sense but I promise one day They will feel my words like it's all fucking braille
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