Like Clockwork (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(专辑： A N N I V E R S A R Y - 2020)

Yeah
Yeah, yeah

Man, I guess it all worked out
I'm getting 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 fuck was you worried about?
Who was talking all that shit? I'ma bury them now
I'ma tell it like it is, I'm airing 'em out

But when I think about it, I should be blurring '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 working out
Right by the pool, and I got business mergers now
I love the view and I ain't tripping off burdens now
I kinda knew this shit was coming
I'm learning how, how to manifest
I can't stress it enough, gal
You don't believe in yourself, you won't get nothing at all
But when you pleading for help, you won't getting nothing at all
You 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 Ion't fuck with y'all niggas
But I got Swan with me, and Richie and Pardi
Neil, Chase, Rol, 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 croon like Sammy, 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, making 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 getting 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 fuck was you worried about?
Who was talking all that shit? I'ma bury them now
I'ma tell it like it is, I'm airing 'em out

Matter of fact, I put this shit in the furnace now
So don't be coming to me with all that word to mouth
I got the flame and they saying it's burning out
But if I light the shit again, I'm burning it down
I'ma write a hit again, I'm writing it now
I really couldn't give a fuck 'bout who liking me now
I'm the guy that these critics is writing 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 thanking a nigga
I made your favorite rapper bring his A-game with him
And his A-game still can't hang with 'em
Fuck a hater and whoever came with him
And this is 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 getting 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 fuck was you worried about?
Who was talking all that shit? I'ma bury them now
I'ma tell it like it is, I'm airing 'em out