Doomsday clock Lyrics

Disturbing the peace

It’s worst when they hurting

The Street

Wanna job put on your vase

You can work

For the street

Protect this block dedicate your

Life you live but don’t eat

Who pay the taxes

Nigga lacking

Mines well sell crack on the catwalk

Niggas love fashion

We take it back to New York

Where niggas love slashing

Leave you cut up why

The law laughing

Niggas want smoke and they

Even know what happen

What happened to black

Culture it was

Bigger then rapping

More like these vultures they

Was giving some passes

Why nigga really tried to get it

Through traffic man I’m living life

Like i

Been assassin keep watching every

Day why my dinner is hatching

Tried to play with my head

But couldn’t fuck with my passion

It’s okay that you dead

I can drink to your passing

Cause these fakes keep

Bleeding the masses

Wanna hate won’t see from

My glasses I’m ok

After I beat few asses

Critical answers

Critical question

I been through the essences

Grateful for the blessings each experience

Hold a valauble key to my presence keeping living

Man we made a investment

Now what it’s gone be

Quality over quantity I’m just happy

After all the love

Lost I’m just happy to be

To the real to the real

You can’t tell that niggas ain’t real

Oh running his mouth again

I kept my greatest songs hidden

I knew the south was to rise

Again and now I ride to win

Air blowing ride the wind

Skin glowing like I’m botoxing

Back against the wall and I’m

Still boxing

Steel reserve

Broke niggas

These days might steel your nerves

On my turf like nerf

I wanna work my work

Be first at work

When the perks get jerk

That’s when the lames get

Merk and nobody say a

Word

They say prayers then. Say

Word

I’m from Hempstead

I fucking been bled

I saw it worst

Niggas dig dirt drop

A body withouta

Hurst

Before I spit verse

Somebody daughter

Gotta get low

At the party ain’t know

Dollars on my strip

Flow

Just a bad hotty

She got paid before

She got low please don’t remind

That the game was

On the let go

Cause I grab the game

Up then I let go

Niggas living good now

They like fuck the ghetto

I make the bills

And I'm talking that same shit

That got bigging kill

I want 50 mill spinning on a skinny

Wheel and if that shit don’t

Work we gone get a grill

To the real to the real

You can’t tell that niggas ain’t real

Oh running his mouth again

I kept my greatest songs hidden

I knew the south was to rise

Again and now I ride to win

Air blowing ride the wind

Skin glowing like I’m botoxing

Back against the wall and I’m

Still boxing