What You Cherish ft. Headache Beats Lyrics

Tick tock on the clock on the block with the work like a nigga at his job with a wristwatch

Big knots from the gas like pit stops and them big glocks tear shit up and they rip ops

Big heat on the side now my hip hot

Tell the bitch stop bend it over make her hip-hop

No wicks but my safe need big locks

Mo' wicks, my safe need six locks

Growing up we never had shit, but some love and some passion

When you see me better say what up Doc,

But don't you Bug bout the carrots

I'm the type if I go reinvent the wheel

It's gon' be bigger than the Ferris

I'm the type if I get angry like for real

I'm gon' come for what you cherish

Open up the gate like are you there

Got your whereabouts and you aware

I done been in many situations where the military training paid off

Had so many bitches man the shit was like a job, shit ain't working, she get laid off

Need new whips, it's not a slave call

Need more jewels like Adolf

Bitch I'm too real like a duel-reel, couple movies being played out

The trenches raised me I was in the streets now a couple roads getting paved out

Been a star

Gazed out

Eyes low

Blazed out

Never gave in, never gave out

Never gave up, but I gave clout

Shawty soon as you slide on me, it's hands on like pottery

Girl, your skin so rich in melanin your body's like I hit the lottery

Came in with Medikal Records

You had to respect it

Front line when we steppin'

I just be tapping and pressing whatever was present to get in control of the essence

And I don't judge

But for the record

It's not respected if it's not directed

Oohh man I'm very selective, it's keeping me very protected

The Doctor's Official, but I ain't a ref & no games when we bringing the tech in

It could be the fourth quarter, they said he look good under pressure

Tick tock on the clock on the block with the work like a nigga at his job with a wristwatch

Big knots from the gas like pit stops and them big glocks tear shit up and they rip ops

Big heat on the side now my hip hot

Tell the bitch stop bend it over make her hip-hop

No wicks but my safe need big locks

Mo' wicks, my safe need six locks

Growing up we never had shit, but some love and some passion

When you see me better say what up Doc,

But don't you Bug bout the carrots

I'm the type if I go reinvent the wheel

It's gon' be bigger than the Ferris

I'm the type if I get angry like for real

I'm gon' come for what you cherish