Correction Paroles Clark Street Baby par BiC Fizzle

Featuring(s) : Big Scarr

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(AClef Vibes on the beat)

[BiC Fizzle]
I ain't have shit to my name 'til the first or the third
Middle o'clock, tryna catch me a serve
Too deep for tears, that shit for the birds
I'ma die 'bout respect, is you slidin' 'bout yours?
Chicago fitted, I'm straight from the city, you wanna come get it? I got it, it's yours
Promethazine just to help with my nerves
I'm doing good, say, "Fuck what you heard"
Time on the clock, don't stop for no one
Standin' on ten, won't run, I'm on one
He think I'm pussy, make me have to show one
He ain't gon' shoot it, that forty his show gun
[BiC Fizzle]
I'm with them killers, make me have to send 'em, I run with them sinners, I know they'll take somethin'
I want the hundreds and money since day one
Lay where you play and your soul, I'll take one
How they gon' hate on me?
Noodles and crackers, I'm straight from the street
Breakin' in houses, flippin' them couches, can't find the money, we takin' TVs
I ain't have a dime in my wallet
Sucked up the knowledge
The shit that the D-boy taught me
I'm sippin' Wocky like coffee, no coughin'
Fuck nigga play, he get put in a coffin
I want that money, let's skip all the talkin'
This for them days me and lil' cuz was walkin'
Late night stalkin'
Commotion, I'm causing
Won't stop 'til I'm up and whole team bosses
Gamblin', takin' them losses
Too many crosses, it's makin' me cautious
Can't trust a soul, I'm stepping with caution
Play with that K, I'ma step if you drop it
I'm out in public, can't see it in my pocket
From nothin' to somethin', shot up like a rocket
I got the key to the hood like a locket
Still post on the block like I'm Giannis or Jocket
Pop out, chain on frost, they watching
We do it once and they copy it and jock it
Run up a check, got a reason to flex, used to rap for the free, now they pay me, deposit
When you play with a check, gotta move a lil' smarter
Punchin' on shit like my name Vince Carter
Water in harder, snakes out the garden
The only way I'ma keep goin' up farther
She wanna fuck, I'ma charge her
I watch the money get larger and larger
Run up a check 'til my soul departure
Graduated the trenches, I ain't make it to Harvard
[BiC Fizzle]
I ain't have shit to my name 'til the first or the third
Middle o'clock, tryna catch me a serve
Too deep for tears, that shit for the birds
I'ma die 'bout respect, is you slidin' 'bout yours?
Chicago fitted, I'm straight from the city, you wanna come get it? I got it, it's yours
Promethazine just to help with my nerves
I'm doing good, say, "Fuck what you heard"
Time on the clock, don't stop for no one
Standin' on ten, won't run, I'm on one
He think I'm pussy, make me have to show one
He ain't gon' shoot it, that forty his show gun

[Big Scarr]
Uh, yeah
Look in my eyes, you can tell that I'm on one
That nigga bitch, you can tell he ain't on nothin'
Hop in the 'Cat and burn out, do a donut
Used to post on the block sellin' dope 'til the sun up
Remember them days prayin' to God for a come-up
Now it's ice on my wrist and I'm thumbin' through commas
Just got a call from lil' Wunna, said, "Boy, you a stunner"
"You get this shit from your mama"
My brodie just sent me a text, said he know that I'm tired, he love me, just gotta keep goin'
Money or drugs, neither one heal the pain
Who can I call when my back 'gainst the grain?
It's crazy, but when it get dark, it rain
This for people that know they call on my name
Fuck all my haters, I know that they watchin'
All on my page, yeah, I know that they copy
I'ma sit back, keep stackin' the profit
Can't no nigga pop it the way that I pop it
[BiC Fizzle]
I ain't have shit to my name 'til the first or the third
Middle o'clock, tryna catch me a serve
Too deep for tears, that shit for the birds
I'ma die 'bout respect, is you slidin' 'bout yours?
Chicago fitted, I'm straight from the city, you wanna come get it? I got it, it's yours
Promethazine just to help with my nerves
I'm doing good, say, "Fuck what you heard"
Time on the clock, don't stop for no one
Standin' on ten, won't run, I'm on one
He think I'm pussy, make me have to show one
He ain't gon' shoot it, that forty his show gun
I ain't have shit to my name 'til the first or the third
Middle o'clock, tryna catch me a serve
Too deep for tears, that shit for the birds
I'ma die 'bout respect, is you slidin' 'bout yours?
Chicago fitted, I'm straight from the city
You wanna come get it? I got it, it's yours
Promethazine just to help with my nerves
I'm doing good, say, "Fuck what you heard"
Time on the clock, don't stop for no one
Standin' on ten, won't run, I'm on one
He think I'm pussy, make me have to show one
He ain't gon' shoot it, that forty his show gun

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