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 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, 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