Lyrics:
Rock cocaine all by myself
Poured propane all on myself
Go so hard might harm myself
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****
Yeah n****, yeah n****
Yeah, it's
will the clock
The nigga big still hit the stage by himself and still rock
Cause when your faith is in the right place see he ain't gon let you flop
by the phone
Waiting for her call
One short ring and I'll be gone
To get my baby doll
We're gonna rock around the clock
Down at the Legion hall i can't
ticking in the timeline
Ticking in the
Blaze the son, was a gangsta work
He live by the gun, and died over trying to sell one
To a baby G, from a set
the funk on cruise
While you snooze Pete Rock is steady paying his dues
Putting styles on lock and making beats by the bundle
Scooping more props than Bryant
handle it
If your gonna rock, man, please bring in the gentle
Can tell by your sentiment that you weren't even feelin' it
But then, oh but I didn't it
1,
What's up, Pauly?
Yeah, oh, I, don't, know
If I can make it through this
No other way around it
Just gotta keep it pushing
Oh, I, don't, know
Yo fusion of the five elements, to search for the higher intelligence
Women walk around celibate, living irrelevant
The most benevolent king,
to beg her pardon
But I was scared, I ain't really have the heart
And when she walked by, I would panic, even though
I was cool with her pops Lou,
brown tee
Muhammad throwback, who sport a jersey by Ali
And if he made one (Hell naw they don't excite me)
I'm all about my cash ridin' around wit
that
This some straight drop
Fuck around and you gon' snore off that
Flip phone ring like an alarm clock
Caught him in a sesh
Fuck around and leave his
inside him
Way before he ever knew the courts would divide him
A wall around himself had became a shell
Was a whole new person, by the time the bricks fell
Ay I'm not a rapper but I can rap like yall detriot niggas
And Ian even serious
Like I Can Deadass play around joke around and that shit will still
to reminisce
People pointed the fingers and said that Magic wouldn't be shit
Cause I hung out with all the wrong type of peeps
Five o'clock in the morning
Mickey D's, our taste different
I don't like having fives or ten
My roll got a limit
Only time you hate is when you see
Me with a lot of women
I'm tryna
But fuck it let's rock
I'm sick of punchin' the clock and doin' the shit that I'm told
I'm startin' now, call me a cow, I'm bout to moo me a couple
It ain’t gonna change
The clock keeps laughing back at me
So I’ll just soak my soul in bleach
Yeah
I be having dreams about you
I hate when wake
Cause
Change topics
Any given day
Girl I got options
Yeah
Feeling like The Rock
On the clock with no option
Spending every night
At the studio locked in
Headed
yea we stacking up the money
As we packing four fours yea we banging four fives
It's Oak city my baby where the hustlers thrive
Big ballers in my city,
been stuck up in the kitchen
Really stirring with heat
And if I hit rock bottom
Theirs no problem
I'm Really guided by my spirit
So I know I got him
My alarm clock is
Cash app deposit alerts
Mr Bennett
When I'm at the bank making withdraws
MK white tee gotta match my draws
Just a lil something I
wonder why whenever I'm at work
9 to 5's goin' by like a blur
Got a target on my back cause I'm in first
Hungry haters look at me like I'm dessert
When it
savin' dimes and bidin' time and payin' down his dues
His hands are always calloused and his collar's always blue
Through the door by six o'clock most
Today was the day he'd tell his boss off over lunch
Quit his job, whistle songs on the creeks of Little Rock
He hopped on commute and forgot about his
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