Sly Spitta - $hot Clock
Early flight to Miami, Uber black to the paddy
Hit me with the Addy, Sly Spitta no It can't be
And I gotta sweet bitch, Nigga that's some eye candy
I drop Jewels when I let a verse off, Killed the game then let the hearse off
That Humble shit is out the window
Play it safe and you worst off, Bet against me you're worst off
I feel like Pablo, Touching Peso's like I'm In Cabo
The pendulum swings that's a High Low, When I wasn't up I had a High Low
How did I know, You Niggas Hollow, Catch me Never could
Brooklyn Nigga straight to Hollywood
Every L came from making sure a motherfucker good
Now I wish a Mother Fucker would, Real shit
I Talk real slick, Rather die before I quit
Shooting my shots, & If I miss, Run and grab the rebound quick
Twenty Four on the shot clock, Cool nigga but the block hot
Cooking up in the crock pot, Turn the Whip into a hot box
Ball hard & We don't flop, Apply pressure, Man we gonna pop
Niggas front that's a big cap, All that talk but no impact
When I talk it's a big fact Me and you? That's a mismatch
All my shit nigga, Intact A little pressure, Man you been cracked
Full of color but I been blacked, Free ya mind niggas been trapped
Full of ammo niggas been strapped, Incase a nigga wanna get clapped
Gods gift man, I been wrapped What's a race when you been lapped
Slow down dog you been lacked, Hundred Hundred in my big pack
Stick and move they wanna distract, Minor set for major comeback
You and me there's a big gap, Hundred miles to be exact
Hundred on me to be exact, You lose A Hundred
Never did slack, Hundred Ways I could get that Nigga
I Talk real slick, Rather die before I quit
Shooting my shots, & If I miss, Run and grab the rebound quick
Twenty Four on the shot clock, Cool nigga but the block hot
Cooking up in the crock pot, Turn the Whip into a hot box
Ball hard & We don't flop, Apply pressure, Man we gonna pop
Pressure makes Diamonds, Fourth quarter Mentality
Written by:
Joseph Griffith
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