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 mergers now

I love the view and I ain’t trippin' off 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 PARTY

And then Chase Roll, 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 cool like Sammi, 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