Like Clockwork

[Intro] Yeah Yeah, yeah [Chorus] 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 fuck 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 [Verse 1] But when I think about it, I should be blurrin' ’em out 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 mеrgers now I love the viеw and I ain't trippin' off burdens now I kinda knew this shit was comin’, I'm learnin' how How to manifest, I can't stress it enough, but, gal You don't believe in yourself, you won't get nothin' at all But 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 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, makin' a plan for me To comeback healthy I don't know what held me back for so long But look now [Chorus] 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 fuck 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 [Verse 2] 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 could really give a fuck '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 should really be thankin' a nigga I made your favorite rapper bring his A-game with him And his A-game still can't hang with him 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 [Chorus] 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 fuck 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