Rocket Clock (Two, One, Zero)

Time for blast off on the rocket clock
Five
Four
Three
Two
One
Zero
Blast Off

Two One Zero
Two One Zero
Two One Zero

Yeah they always asking what it feel like
Pinch me is it real life
Spent years with my pockets looking real light
No longer does it feel right
Lets get it right I am mister right now
They're used to telling all these new guys to pipe down
Guess what they got left is jokes on my height now
She call me a short king hoping her man don't find out
Sydney that's that nerve
She got her own bag nicely hidden in her purse
Illy got the game jagged I edge em into they hearses
Don't know bout what you heard
Id happily do a versuz and murder you
Furthermore I'm not ganging out with your district
Ill take my chances tryna make mogul out of a misfit
From Riverwood with love PHD in getting lifted
Even thought I'm not skep don't get it twisted

Two One Zero
Two One Zero

Nah cuz i never heard of you
Sick of all the dirtys so fuck em ill give em dirtys too
Don't give em nothing they aint earned
I can hurt em in the first second hopeless by the third
Don't even wan play the fourth
Get rich that's word to fif
Who would of thought the MVP was drafted sixth
Perfect time to roll a seven I been smoking a eighth
Spit like tech n9ne no paint on my face
No taint on my name still I'm ten toes down
Eleven twice cause fuck twelve no stopping me now
Aint no telling me I cant do this
All that slave master shit can fucking sleep with fishes
Rap game villain ideas delicious
It must of been all these motherfuckers went and bit it
But they couldn't handle all of the thoughts under my fitted
So you put me in your scope and i pose for you bitches

Two One Zero
Two One Zero



Credits
Writer(s): William Parera
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