Lyrics:
on the clock
Cheddar fed by my beretta, no settlin for the block, uh
You could say that I'm a hustla lately
Been grindin on the come up for a plush Mercedes
down we ain't letting it slide
Let it die down hit him up by surprise
Bitch I stay sharp like a suit and a tie
That nigga wish he was one of the guys
I run my block so you couldn't fuck with me
I run my block so you couldn't fuck with me
B to the A to the I to the L to the E the Z to the Z to the E
homeboys put vogues on any car
With six by nine's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
was sitting on the stoop of my block
Another hot sunny day in the city of dreams
Ghetto thang when they pack metal thang's
(to sell'o thangs) it seems
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
what a blessing
When I pull up at your block
Ain't no need for stressing
Me just passing by
Teaching and learning lessons
Ey what a blessing
When I pull
see my brother fly
No longer shackled in chains, young nigga crucified
Walkin' down the block holdin' my boom box
Optimistic dirty nigga, clean tube
songs, I kinda got into the groove
They tried to criticize my every single move
But then I realized I had nothing left to lose
It took me by surprise when
knowing what type of music make it better
My crew banging two blocks like shots from a Berretta
Snub nose to the hoes with problems I suppose
Honey you
grabs the mic
It's that Young wisdom Got a vibe so tight
This humanity shit Is making him write
As he uncovers the dark By igniting a light
Now let's play
will just pass on by
I rest my head and close my eyes
Today's forecast
It's coming down hard and fast
But time is gone and now it's past
My music's in
a thousand dollars every time I played hooky (yeah)
Dwayne Carter absent, keep looking (bitch)
I'm present on the block, I'm a legend on the block (yeah)
Used to make a thousand dollars every time I played hooky (yeah)
Dwayne Carter absent, keep looking (bitch)
I'm present on the block, I'm a legend
the streets, Boyloaf in the creeks,
Married to the music, and I swear I'll never cheat
Devoted to my music, I'm a Holy Boy
I can't walk the streets cuz now they
brain
I know what's on her mind now
Dealin' with a lame
But he don't gotta find out!
I'm outside by the car with
The tennis shoes laced up
Mirror for
Turn it pink
On my killa season
With the sidekicks that crack music
Im not talking bout the white powder
My shawty practice that buddha she never speaks
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove a block to that shop with the liquor inside
Singin' 'Gin and Juice'
Drinkin' whiskey and rye
Thinkin' this'll be
Don't you know that I'm Goat Huh
Been the man, not a joke
Never fold when my back against the rope
Calling shots on the block, getting praise like
degrees in December
That's why the years go by so fast
It seem like yesterday I used to
Sport that pleather MCM member
Tryin' to be a jack boy, me, Mark
Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum
About to explode all over the canvas
Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm
(Your music usually has them)
(But waned
Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum
About to explode all over the canvas
Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm
(Your music usually has 'em)
(But waned
around, you chose right
¿Tu tienes WiFi? We war drivin'
Uber Eats, spin the block
War like Killarmy, the blood of tyrants going cheap as hell by the pint
We gone spin that block when
It’s time to spin
Real get money mob
You niggas counterfeit
We gone spin the block
When its time to spin
Real get money
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