Clark Street Baby
Big Scarr, BiC Fizzle
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(AClef Vibes on the beat) I ain't have shit to my name to the first to the third Middle of Clark, tryna catch me a serve To be factorial that shit for the birds I'ma die 'bout respect, is you slidin' 'bout yours? Chicago fitted, I'm straight from the city You want it, come get it, I got it, it's yours Promethazine just to help my nerves I'm doin' good, say, "F*ck what you heard" (f*ck what you heard) Time on the clock don't stop for no one Standin' on ten, won't run, I'm on one He think I'm pussy, make me have to show one He ain't gon' shoot it, that .40 his show gun I'm with them killers, make me have to send 'em I run with them sinners, I know they'll take somethin' I want the hundreds and money since day one Lay where you play and your soul, I'll take one How they gon' hate on me? Noodles and crackers, I'm straight from the street Breakin' in houses, flippin' them couches Can't find the money, we take your TVs Ain't have a dime in my wallet Soaked up the knowledge, this shit that the D-boy taught me I'm sippin' Wocky like coffee, no coughin' F*ck nigga play, he get put in a coffin I want that money, let's skip all the talkin' This for them days me and lil' cuz was walkin' Late night stalkin', commotion I'm causin' Won't stop 'til I'm up and whole team bosses Gamblin', takin' 'em losses Too many crosses is makin' me cautious Can't trust a soul, I'm steppin' with caution Play with that K, I'ma step if you drop (I'ma step if you drop) I'm out in public, can't sit in my pockets From nothin' to somethin', shot up like a rocket I got the key to the hood like a locket Still post on the block like I'm Giannis or Jokic Pop out, chain on frost, they watchin' We do it once and they copy it and jock it Run up a check, got a reason to flex Used to rap for the free, now they pay me deposits When you play with a check, gotta move a lil' smarter Punchin' on shit like my name Vince Carter Water and hard, all the snakes out the garden The only way, I'ma keep goin' up farther She wanna f*ck, I'ma charge her I watch the money get larger and larger Run up a check 'til my soul departure Graduated the trenches, I'll make it the Harvard I ain't have shit to my name to the first to the third Middle of Clark, tryna catch me a serve To be factorial that shit for the birds I'ma die 'bout respect, is you slidin' 'bout yours? Chicago fitted, I'm straight from the city You want it, come get it, I got it, it's yours Promethazine just to help my nerves I'm doin' good, say, "F*ck what you heard" (f*ck what you heard) Time on the clock don't stop for no one Standin' on ten, won't run, I'm on one He think I'm pussy, make me have to show one He ain't gon' shoot it, that .40 his show gun Uh, yeah, look at my ice, you can tell that I'm on one That nigga bitch, you can tell he ain't on nothin' Hop in the 'Cat and burn out, do a donut (burn out, do a donut) Used to post on the block sellin' dope 'til the sun up 'Member them days prayin' to God for a come up Now it's ice on my wrist and I'm thumbin' through commas Just got a call from LaWanna, said, "Boy, you a stunna You get this shit from your mama" My brodie just sent me a text, said he know that I'm tired He love me, just gotta keep goin' Money or drugs neither one heal the pain Who can I call when my back against the grain? It's crazy 'cause when it get dark and rainy for people They know they can call on my name F*ck all my haters, I know that they watchin' All on my page, yeah, I know that they copy Only sit back, keep stackin' the profit Can't no nigga pop it the way that I pop it I ain't have shit to my name to the first to the third Middle of Clark, tryna catch me a serve To be factorial that shit for the birds I'ma die 'bout respect, is you slidin' 'bout yours? Chicago fitted, I'm straight from the city You want it, come get it, I got it, it's yours Promethazine just to help my nerves I'm doin' good, say, "F*ck what you heard" (f*ck what you heard) Time on the clock don't stop for no one Standin' on ten, won't run, I'm on one He think I'm pussy, make me have to show one He ain't gon' shoot it, that .40 his show gun I ain't have shit to my name to the first to the third Middle of Clark, tryna catch me a serve To be factorial that shit for the birds I'ma die 'bout respect, is you slidin' 'bout yours? Chicago fitted, I'm straight from the city You want it, come get it, I got it, it's yours Promethazine just to help my nerves I'm doin' good, say, "F*ck what you heard" (f*ck what you heard) Time on the clock don't stop for no one Standin' on ten, won't run, I'm on one He think I'm pussy, make me have to show one He ain't gon' shoot it, that .40 his show gun
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