Clocwork ft. 88thKey Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2018
Lyrics
(I cannot get off the clock
I'm trying to get off the clock
I cannot, I cannot stop
Yea, yo
I'm trying to get off the block
Yea, yo)
Yo, remember them long days, long nights trappin' out hard in the streets (Streets)
Hustle to harden my seeds (Seeds)
I rep my heart on my sleeves (Whoa)
Serving it all day, all night stacking, I'm starving, can't eat (Eat)
Sooner my family gon' eat (Eat)
I'd rather stand out than a seat (Oh)
Coppers be all on my cleats (Whoop)
Pulled up did the running man (Hands up)
Stay down till you come up man (Man up)
I don't think these niggas understand (And what)
I cannot fall with the D's (Whoa)
Hit the cell, never front it man
Did the cell, never going back
Bunch a hot niggas in the summer jam
House hoppin' with no sheets
Mama say you need a key (Key)
Don't go sleeping where you meet
Nah, third iris on peak (Yea)
All I need is TLC
Money, weed, spiritual in my genes (Cash)
Orion's belt never fall to my knees (Splash)
The universe mine for the keeps (Oh)
Tap into my frequency lemme introduce you to my world
Where the scarecrows and the jeepers creep
Yea, they rep it hard, hit the hurl
I got luccy lefts, couple real rights, no aryans, some twirl
Got four sis', like three mothers, two goddaughters, one girl
Reminisce revvin' Impalas up (Yea)
Shotgun, my shooter PJ (Whoa)
Hot boys don't carry thermometers (Aye)
Money tree keepin' me shade (Oh)
Dance with the devil, no ticking she windin' up (Uh)
My rollie stuck on replay (Aye)
My eyes they stuck in a trap, my mind is stuck in a trap
I left now I'm back in the trap
Remember them long days, long nights trappin' out hard in the streets (Block boy on that ave, yea)
Hustle to harden my seeds (Top floor to that bag, yea)
I rep my heart on my sleeves (I cannot lag)
Serving it all day, all night stacking, I'm starving, can't eat (I cannot lag, yea)
Sooner my family gon' eat (Top floor to that bag, yea)
I'd rather stand out than a seat (Block boy on that ave)
Coppers be all on my cleats (Skrrt)
Pulled up did the running man (Dash)
Stay down till you come up man (Uh)
I don't think these niggas understand
I cannot fall with the D's (Whoa)
Hit the cell, never front it man
Did the cell, never going back
Bunch a hot niggas in the summer jam
Going hard than to sleep
Got my heart on my teeth
Chomping parts of the scene till the hard on the feens
Never said that I sold, if I toss you ain't see
I don't broadcast the throw from the cough of the team
Utopian islands to the cop on the scene
Playing with fire the way we sparking the street
Pastelito, had the flower tasting sweet
Cause we smoking the stress high away as Hakeem
Used to roll on my lap while the driver full speed
In the day when the woofer would wobble cuisine
All the homies split way 'cause the fork in the green
Only homie I got is that clock on 14th
Debt piling, got ya staring at the smokescreen
Cyphin' 6 o clock, plotting between
Whoopty whoops, ready to clock up a spleen
Got my eyes on the prize cause' my watch is the Queen
Damn right, shawties from the block to the teens
Wavy smoke got the eye looking chlorine
Used to doggy-paddle outta heat wave unseen
Piggies used to telescope out for the trees
Stardust got me feeling F Byzantine
If you argue good cop, I argue machines
When the nation corrupt then so be the seeds
F a Rothschild, let a D.A. decease
F a rich leech, I came from the beach
Hiding knowledge from Egyptian studies
System made divide with the money
Media hate the ones with the tummies
Same ones saying "niggas ain't shit"
Meanwhile "n-e-g-u-s" a word that's sunny
F the way Amerikkka made the country
Never forget those hard times for the hustle
'Member them long days, long nights trappin' out hard in the streets
Hustle to harden my seeds
I rep my heart on my sleeves
Serving it all day, all night stacking, I'm starving, can't eat
Sooner my family gon' eat
I'd rather stand out than a seat
(I cannot get off the clock
I'm trying to get off the clock
I cannot, I cannot stop
Yea, yo
I'm trying to get off the block
Yea, yo)