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 mеrgers now I love the viеw 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 U 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
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 mеrgers now
I love the viеw 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 U 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
Great job 😌
💚preciate it
that sample is just something else
This instrumental hits harder than my heart problems💔🖤😔
Wtf
i am not stressing for nothing
i just got love in my body
give everybody
all of my smiles and the peace
in this world what we need
yea
what’s the original sample
not sure; i made the instrumental by piecing and editing the sections where bryson’s voice was absent
Tiempo pasa como un reloj
Oye nada sin ningun hello
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