Look, I’m feelin’ like a genie every time I make a wish
I receive it, I believe in, you must speak it to exist
If you think it, you can reap it, so I’m reaping all my gifts
That’s my secret, take or leave it, but I’m leavin’ you with this
I love makin’ music because I am killin’ ’em
They think they’re sick as me, I hope they step to me
I mean so I can get rid of ’em
To rappers dissin’ me you’re failin’ miserably, sorry, but I am not feelin’ ’em (No)
I have no sympathy, I hate the industry
Everything in it needs fixing up
They always put in the minimum
I stay to myself, only ’cause it helps
I’m not tryna be on the scene
Please don’t wish me well ’cause I will excel
Regardless of what you all think
These rappers get shelved, their records don’t sell
Like they’re blood suckers tryna leach
I can’t take an L, in case you can’t tell
I run it now, I’m in the lead
I’m always pushin’ myself to the limit
I won’t quit what I’m doing it until I get it
When I feel exhausted I just need a minute
Then I’m right back in it, and I will admit it
I’m overly driven, I’m hoping this isn’t a curse I was gifted
It hurts that I’m willin’ to curve any healing
I’m sure that I’m needin’ in search of a feeling
When worths hit the ceiling, I, been the same
I was happy ’til you lit the flame
I get happy when you get afraid
I ain’t acting, just look at my face
I think you a snitch, I think you a snake
I don’t give a shit what you gotta say
If you tryna win, then you gotta play
So I’m going in, get out of my way
I got no time for a ho’, no time for a trick
No time for a joke, no time for a bitch
All y’all do the most, when y’all gon’ quit?
I may be born broke, but I’m gon’ die rich
Look, I gotta go, swear the time’s going quick
(Swear the time’s going quick)
Hey, look at the clock (Tick)
Hey, look at the clock (Tick)
Hey, look at the clock
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
Hey, look at the clock (Tick)
Hey, look at the clock (Tick)
Hey, look at the clock
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
Hey, look at the clock
I think Imma dip
They say I’m the bomb, please, don’t make me tick (Boom)
People wanna talk, but I keep it zipped
Plus I hate you all, so we do not mix
I’d rather just be alone in my city
To rappers who’d diss me, you’re softer than Disney
Bitch I’ll fuck ya girlfriend and leave her a hickey
And text you a pic of her suckin’ me silly
Just so you’re reminded to never fuck with me
Then when you break up with her, she’s gonna hit me askin’ for a quickie
I’ll tell her I’m busy as fuck
It’s fuck you and her bitch, I know that I’m petty, I
Love my life, made half a mil at twenty five
You’re a clown, fuckin’ Pennywise
Come at me bitch, and get penalized
You can’t kill me when I’m dead inside
I’m a different breed, I’m a different kind
Got a black axe, better get inside
If they throw jabs I won’t let it slide, I
I buy Balenciaga, you still live with your mama
I was just in the Bahamas, you drive an ’02 Honda
I eat steak with a lobster, you eat Roman no pasta
I always do what I wanna, you’re always lookin’ for drama
We are not the same, tell me what is your problem
You get popped like Fanta (Hey)
I’m done, no chit-chat, fuckin’ no talkin’
Tell ’em get off me
I changed my number so no one can call me (No)
Killin ’em softly
I need a girl who’s badder than Halsey
Please, do not stalk me
They want advice? Then here’s my offering
Look, I’m feelin’ like a genie every time I make a wish
I receive it, I believe in, you must speak it to exist
If you think it, you can reap it, so I’m reaping all my gifts
That’s my secret, take or leave it, but I’m leavin’ you with this
Hey, look at the clock (Oh)
Hey, look at the clock(Oh)
Hey, look at the clock
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go (Let’s go)
Hey, look at the clock (Tick)
Hey, look at the clock (Tick)
Hey, look at the clock
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go (Let’s go) (Oh)
| Track Name – |
Clock |
| Artist – |
Sik World |
| Produced by – |
Ghost (Producer) |
| Lyrics – |
Sik World |
| Song Label – |
℗ 2020 Sik World, LLC |
| Release Date – |
28 Feb, 2020 |
