| Live niggas only, nigga…
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| Whack niggas fall to the fucking back
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| Detroit in this motherfucker, holding it down
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| Detroit, what’s the word? |
| (x2)
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| Counterfeit niggas never prosper, the daily mantra
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| Word to Mikey, this a fucking virus
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| Verbal science, kiss the diamond & respect your highness
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| Position is that of Osiris, nigga
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| I’m in a state of supremacy, fuck who’s near to me
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| I’m confident, humble when receiving compliments
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| But on the low (I know I got some shit)
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| Shit, spoken like a chief & played even better
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| Shame on you if you ain’t heard the crew or met us, niggas trendsetters
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| And I ain’t talking fashion, y’all can have it
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| I’m talking microphone madness, causing havoc
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| You can track us through creative actions but
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| Never lap us in the brackets, we top seed holding
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| Bitches looking like disposal, here’s a proposal
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| Just play your part like you’re supposed to
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| And everything could be kosher & licit, my nigga listen
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| This shit ain’t built for everybody, no need to copy
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| Just find your lane & play it proudly, it’s simple
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| Cuz we’re poetic clockers, compositions turn into dollars
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| Put publishing on your product or you’re getting nada
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| Cuz we’re poetic clockers, compositions turn into dollars
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| Put publishing on your product or you’re getting nada
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| Cuz we’re poetic clockers, compositions turn into dollars
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| Put publishing on your product or you’re getting nada
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| Cuz we’re poetic clockers, compositions turn into dollars
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| Put publishing on your product or you’re getting nada
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| Cuz we’re poetic clockers (x2)
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| Ay yo, we’re classy rhymers, foreign platters served at Katana’s
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| Fantasizing several commas with evil rooted dollars
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| Ghetto knowledge, for words, we profit, fill up the pockets
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| Wallets & Nike sneaker boxes, no other options, yo
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| No need for accountants, we’re counting
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| Any amounting, stash the cash in the couch will be the forte
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| Nigga, fuck what you say, handle mine upon the regey
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| Me & my peoples blowing heavy, swishers only & we don’t fuck with reggies
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| Superior motives, dream of being more than local, shit
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| Through the vocals, we’re just trying to go gold
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| Viewing rapping as the avenue, gross the revenue
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| Movements is only of seminal, never minimal
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| Habitually spitting rhythmic spirituals with the generals
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| Like-minded niggas who think original
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| One goal’s in particular, to triumph rather than die young
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| We just want to clock a mill before our time come
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| Word up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Clockers , by - Nolan the Ninja. Song from the album F*ck The Hype, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп