p u n c h i n ‘ . t h e . c l o c k
It ain't nothin' I want more
Ain't nothin' I want more
I ain't c-, I told you when I first came here
I said, "I ain't come here to waste my time"
I came here
They gave us a chance to get in like we asked for
And that's, that's what we here to do (yeah, n-, 26)
The job still ain't done (straight up)
But I, I said, "You, you know what I'm here for"
Back on top, punchin' the clock, clutchin' sanity
I got more cribs than Habitat for Humanity
Pro-profound, we propagating more profanity
Paid off collections from recollections of calamity
The shit pop off, I learned to duck under the canopy
'Til it cool off, they murked a n- right in front of me
Told him to come off his chain for tryna floss
Died over a cross just like the start of Christianity
When I was a boy, the teacher often reprimanded me (Jermaine)
Thought it was toys, it was a Glock this n- handed me
I busted the trees, was barely strong enough to squeeze
Bullets traveled through leaves, it probably k- somebody randomly
Ran in the crib and played it off amongst the family
Nightmare scenes, the police finally apprehended me
Woke up screamin', seen a demon had his hand on me
Still sport the scar on my arm from where he branded me
Like a Que Dog, my n- burnin' with the mute off
Loud pack smoke through the cracks, I catch a contact
Triggerin' a paranoid mindset, now I'm back
Teeterin' between enlightened and insanity
Now that I'm rich, I feel nobody understandin' me
All I can do is cut the mic on, holler at you
Can't let the fame scare me off from speaking candidly
All them n- is so Kane, they started singin' like Danity
Now I'm left here, paid like I planned to be, damn
A lot of times, those situations are, um, are handled way before the time comes
In the summer, I think when you truly prepare yourself, and
With training and conditioning, and things like that
When you cheat yourself, you fail in those moments
You know, you crash, and when you really put the time in and
Whether people see it, or whether people know it or not
You know, it always come to light
Ain't nothin' I want more
I ain't c-, I told you when I first came here
I said, "I ain't come here to waste my time"
I came here
They gave us a chance to get in like we asked for
And that's, that's what we here to do (yeah, n-, 26)
The job still ain't done (straight up)
But I, I said, "You, you know what I'm here for"
Back on top, punchin' the clock, clutchin' sanity
I got more cribs than Habitat for Humanity
Pro-profound, we propagating more profanity
Paid off collections from recollections of calamity
The shit pop off, I learned to duck under the canopy
'Til it cool off, they murked a n- right in front of me
Told him to come off his chain for tryna floss
Died over a cross just like the start of Christianity
When I was a boy, the teacher often reprimanded me (Jermaine)
Thought it was toys, it was a Glock this n- handed me
I busted the trees, was barely strong enough to squeeze
Bullets traveled through leaves, it probably k- somebody randomly
Ran in the crib and played it off amongst the family
Nightmare scenes, the police finally apprehended me
Woke up screamin', seen a demon had his hand on me
Still sport the scar on my arm from where he branded me
Like a Que Dog, my n- burnin' with the mute off
Loud pack smoke through the cracks, I catch a contact
Triggerin' a paranoid mindset, now I'm back
Teeterin' between enlightened and insanity
Now that I'm rich, I feel nobody understandin' me
All I can do is cut the mic on, holler at you
Can't let the fame scare me off from speaking candidly
All them n- is so Kane, they started singin' like Danity
Now I'm left here, paid like I planned to be, damn
A lot of times, those situations are, um, are handled way before the time comes
In the summer, I think when you truly prepare yourself, and
With training and conditioning, and things like that
When you cheat yourself, you fail in those moments
You know, you crash, and when you really put the time in and
Whether people see it, or whether people know it or not
You know, it always come to light
Credits
Writer(s): Jermaine Cole, Donte Perkins, Mario Dragoi
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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