Clockwork

[Intro: DJ Clue & Tyre Hakim] Don't it sound so marvelous? Yeah World famous DJ Clue, Desert Storm I took— (Vegas Jones) I took—, I— [Chorus: Trye Hakim & DJ Clue] I took flight and I can't come down now (The Nation) Reached new heights, I'm high above the ground now (Ground now) Penthouse views, my jewels lit like a lighthouse (A lighthouse, oh, we gotta roll one) And I got enough bricks to build a White House D'Useé pouring, ace of spades popping From the sidelines they hate, but they watching (Ooh-ooh) I don't got time to wait, I stay plotting (Stay plotting, shh) 'Cause the time is money and you can't clock it (Ayo, phеw) [Verse 1: Trye Hakim & Tish Hyman] Yeah, hit the scenе, I'm on my Mr. Clean (Yeah) I took the top off, I'm whipping cocaine (Yeah, yeah) All white with Off White to me's the 23's (Phew, yeah, ooh) Getting all this paper from these similes (Ooh-ooh) Where I been? I been in the gym, I'm doing ten a week (Skrrt, ooh) A pad and pen, it's all I really need to rewrite history (Ooh, yeah) Huh, boy, you're DNA, don't need expensive jeans (Ooh-ooh, ooh, for real) I'm the designer brand that all you niggas need (Yeah, ha) Knew I would live the dream when I was sixteen (I knew it) On big screens, I got it out the mud, but now my shit clean (Clean, my shit clean) Pristine (Ayy, yeah) Big dreams (Big dreams) Rich dreams (Rich nigga) I'm about to—, uh, yeah [Chorus: Trye Hakim & Tish Hyman] I took flight and I can't come down now Reached new heights, I'm high above the ground now (Woo-woo) Penthouse views, my jewels lit like a lighthouse (A lighthouse) And I got enough bricks to build a White House (Ooh-ooh) D'Useé pouring, ace of spades popping From the sidelines they hate, but they watching (Ooh-ooh) I don't got time to wait, I stay plotting (Yeah, shh) 'Cause the time is money (Stop) and you can't clock it (Woo-woo) [Verse 2: Rapsody] Niggas waste time, my mama ain't waste a belt (For sure) She beat my ass, I beat this beat, you beat your dick (Right) They say pussy sells, successes tell me I did well, it's something else Thinking 'bout the stories Biggie didn't tell The drug cartel, my cartel got four rings (Oh, yeah) without the dope (Yeah) Cocaina (Cocaina) I'm so dope you'd think my head would be big as Gina's (Oh, yeah) Niggas gotta stand on they toes to see me like ballerinas (Yeah) Couldn't waste time if I was Flava Flav's clock swinging (That's a bar) That's a waste line Some people hip to me, some people not (Right) Some people turn corners, some still on the block (For sure) Waiting on the coroners, bullets hot I'm in the field shooting for the stars (Bah) like I own Amazon Wasting tears, families mourning you Don't waste your life, on God [Chorus: Trye Hakim] I took flight and I can't come down now Reached new heights, I'm high above the ground now (Ooh-ooh) Penthouse views, my jewels lit like a lighthouse (A lighthouse) And I got enough bricks to build a White House D'Useé pouring, ace of spades popping From the sidelines they hate, but they watching (Ooh-ooh) I don't got time to wait, I stay plotting (Shh) 'Cause the time is money and you can't clock it [Outro: Tish Hyman] Ooh, I'm on the D'ussé I'm in the duvet I got the blue faces These bitches do what I say They on, I did (Oh-oh) some shit We on Take off and we gone 'til the mornin' ('Til the mornin') Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh-nah-nah, nah-nah, popping bottles Oh-nah, nah-nah Nah, nah, nah Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh It's more Get money, get money, and more