
Shot Clock Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Bitch the game on the line, Shot Clock runnin' low
I gotta do it everytime, I give my dawgs hope
Everybody proud of me, they know how far I'll go
They tryna watch my every move, but I can't let em know
Brody died, I grabbed a gun to see how far they blow
No, you can't think you just a killer cause you toting poles
I seen it fast, nigga get hit, now he runnin' slow
Don't put that shit up in the air cause that'll get you smoked
Ain't no game 7 where I'm from, nigga, it's one and done
You scared to get caught by the killers, go get you a gun
Like Usain, I retired, I won't ever run
Smokin' blunts right back to back, think I might touch the sun
I can't put my trust in none, they conniving
That backdoor crazy, if they try me, it get violent
What you mean I ain't the one, lil' hoe you stylin'
I don't even sweat it, but you still see me thriving
That man said Jesus take the wheel, he wasn't drivin
He was runnin' late when he got smoked, it's bad timin
Lil' bro died, every nigga said start slidin
24 seconds on the clock, somebody dyin
Make a nigga put his hands up, Miley Cyrus
I'm sick as fuck with this shit like I got a virus
I got some hitters like Pittsburgh, no pirates
I'ma get rich as a bitch, then get us privates
Better be greatful what I do, lil' bitch, don't block your blessings
He scared to get up in that field, he need to see a reverend
I was a lil' nigga, big head, had big weapons
Got all this cheese on me, Brodie keep a Mac-11
A nigga squeeze on me, we gon' send his ass to heaven
We gon' send his ass up
30 shots up in that Glock, gon' make him back up
And when they hit him, lil' nigga can't call for backup
It's the game on the line, shot clock runnin' low
I gotta do it every time I get my dogs on
Everybody proud of me, they know how far I go
They wanna watch my every move, but I can't let them know
Brodie died, I grabbed a gun to see how far they blow
No, you can't think you just a killer, cause you toting poles
I seen a fast nigga get hit, now he runnin' slow
Don't put that shit up in the air, cause that'll get you smoked
I got love for cell, but my brother's in jail
A play on words, but it's a hundred, Brodie keep it real
Them days when we was broke, me and my cousin used to steal
Hot lil niggas tryin' whoop somethin', they said brother chill
Watch what you say to me, watch what you say to me
I'm kept it real in every circumstance, don't play with me
When that field get hot, you know that pole it stay wit me
Feel like fatso, I'm safe anywhere if that Drac with me
Remember I was broke, nigga, I couldn't up a 50
Remember they found out that I could fight, ain't won't get with me
Remember I beat me a nigga, he upped, I bought a switchy
Remember put bet on niggas, help his ass like Boston Richie
My brother 'nem junkies, man, look what I could've been
We was all day ones, who thought this how it end
Ain't seen the guys In a minute, wonder will I again
Got so much shots up in the gen, yeah, we finna win
Caught them niggas loafin' all the time when we spin
How you say you love me, you just lovin' when I spend
I was broke, look at my clothes, now I'm rich as hell
Bout to take over the game, but they ain't wish me well
I put out 20 some songs, said it's heartfelt
I don't think they hearin' me, but only time tell