Sincerest Don - Clockwork

They say my shit too lyrical
They think I'm from New York
A student of the game
This rap shit been my favorite sport
I still got my vacuum seal
That's my last resort
And a scale
Calibrated well
Incase it came up short
A letter to my young niggas
Better learn the law
Losing pop
Hit me hard as the gavel
Got hit in court
I'm still Tebow nigga
I did it for the zone
Whether fronting niggas sacks
Or giving family members loans
I'm a P.o.m.e
Plug nicknamed me "Mr. Get Em Gone"
22, It cost Juan Soto
For me to get em home
She ain't like me back then
Now my shit been on
Make her play the 2
Like Wall and Beal
And watch em' get along
I still wake up at the crack of dawn
Every time the package drop
My hood hear it's loud, like a speaker phone
I'm in the trap with Anita on
Piece beside me
1 in a million
Thinking "damn, how Aaliyah gone?"
Still coming from that side nigga
Just bump my shit when you wanna sharpen your blade
Hah!
I guess this game
Just really about who lie the best
Ain't take my foot off they necks
I ain't decided yet
I took a quantum step
And hit the West for extra reps
And came home baring gifts
If you paid your debt (How much you owe nigga?)
Been bout a check
Up Tyson's two
I probably made a mess
Half a hunnit
Can't say I'm the Don
If the fade ain't fresh
And none the less
I did it all
From my mova's steps
While keeping lump-sums
In places they would never check
This shit is Chess
Learn to never show your hand
Save 20's for rainy days
Help em eat if he your mans
And never take the stand
Fuck a pit fall
Took the risk
Up in MGM
Lettin' the chips fall
Ain't no secret round my way
I been a big dog
If niggas wanted the smoke
If niggas wanted the smoke
They came up short like a menthol

Written by:
WALLACE FENDELL

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