like clockwork

Bryson Tiller

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 them 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 certain, no how
Man, these niggas, they don t even deserve the clout
I got real niggas all in my circle now
I m in the hills with a shawty, she workin out
Right by the pool, and I got business m?rgers now
I love the vi?w 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, 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 niggas greedy, and this is not one for all
This industry full of lames and a bunch of fraud niggas
So don t ask me why Ion t fuck with y all niggas
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 you L, we at the GRAMMYs, yeah
Rap flows, but I m croon like Sammy, yeah
I think it s clear why they don t understand me
I took the L s that these niggas 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 them 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 to 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 really couldn t 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 nigga, I don t care how you rank a nigga
I blessed you, you really should be thankin a nigga
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, nigga
I got the fire on the way, better wait, nigga
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 them now
I ma tell it like it is, I m airin em out