Like Clockwork
Bryson Tiller
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Yeah Yeah, yeah Man, I guess it all worked out I'm gettin' to it like clockwork now My haters clocked in, they all burned out They talk shit but it's my turn now And it should've been my first route Young Tiller, what the f*ck was you worried about? Who was talkin' all that shit? I'ma bury 'em now I'ma tell it like it is, I'm airin' 'em out But when I think about it, I should be blurrin' 'em out You can't be in this picture, no certain, no how Man, these niggas, they don't even deserve the clout I got real niggas all in my circle now I'm in The Hills with a shawty, she workin' out Right by the pool and I got business mergers now I love the view and I ain't trippin' off birdies now I kinda knew this shit was comin' I'm learnin' how how to manifest, I can't stress it enough, to y'all You don't believe in yourself, you won't get nothin' at all and when you pleadin' for help, you won't gettin' nothin' at all 'cause niggas greedy and this is not one for all This industry full of lames and a bunch of fraud niggas So don't ask me why I don't f*ck with y'all niggas But I got Swan with me, and Richie and PARTY And then Chase Roll, Angela, Mike in Atlanta But I know if I call him, he gon' answer then We all family, T R A P S O U L, we at the GRAMMYs, yeah Rap flows, but I'm cool like Sammi, yeah I think it's clear why they don't understand me I took the L's that these niggas wanted to hand me And humbly, I fell back, makin' a plan for me To comeback healthy, I don't know what held me back for so long But look now Man, I guess it all worked out I'm gettin' to it like clockwork now My haters clocked in, they all burned out They talk shit but it's my turn now And it should've been my first route Young Tiller, what the f*ck was you worried about? Who was talkin' all that shit? I'ma bury 'em now I'ma tell it like it is, I'm airin' 'em out Matter of fact, I put this shit in the furnace now So don't be comin' to me with all that word to mouth I got the flame and they sayin' it's burnin' out But if I light the shit again, I'm burnin' it down I'ma write a hit again, I'm writin' it now I really couldn't give a f*ck 'bout who likin' me now I'm the guy that these critics is writin' about But what I'm writin worth a milli', how could you feel me? Can't nigga, I don't care how you rank a nigga I blessed you, you really should be thankin' a nigga I made your favorite rapper bring his A-game with him And his A-game still can't hang with 'em F*ck a hater and whoever came with him And this here's to whoever lost faith in him Can't tell me that, Tiller ain't great, nigga I got the fire on the way, better wait, nigga Goddamn, I guess it all worked out I'm gettin' to it like clockwork now My haters clocked in, they all burned out They talk shit but it's my turn now And it should've been my first route Young Tiller, what the f*ck was you worried about? Who was talkin' all that shit? I'ma bury 'em now I'ma tell it like it is, I'm airin' 'em out (I'm airin' 'em out)
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Written by: Bryson Tiller
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