Like Clockwork

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

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

But when I think about it, I should be blurrin' 'em out

You can't be in this picture, no sir, no how

Man, these ****, they don't even deserve the clout

I got real **** all in my circle now

I'm in the hills with a shawty, she workin' out

Right by the pool and I got business mergers now

I love the view 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

You **** greedy and this is not one for all

This industry full of lames and a bunch of fraud ****

So don't ask me why I don't fuck with y'all ****

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 croon like Sammy, yeah

I think it's clear why they don't understand me

I took the L's that these **** 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, 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

Matter of fact, I put this shit in the furnace now

So don't be comin' to me with all that word of 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 ****, I don't care how you rank a ****

I blessed you, you really should be thankin' a ****

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," ****

I got the fire on the way, better wait, ****

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