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Clock it (yeah)
Well
Clock this
You ain't built for the smoke
You just talk big
See clear through the glare
You a glass lip
All cap
All flare
All that bad script
I've been flying high
Good
Just dolo
You stay reaching
Why
You can't go though
Tryna clip my wings
On the low-low
Say it's love
But it sting
I take note though (yeah)
Clock this
You not this
I can see clear through the optics
You a opp bitch
Just stop it (stop it)
Clock this
You not this
Try to drag me down when I pop shit
But I rise up out of that mosh pit
You move weird
Real sly
Call it "care
" I call it "lie"
You been editing my sky
Painting storms where it's dry
I been solo in the climb
You been praying I decline
Smile wide to my face
Sharp teeth in your mind
I've been flying high
Good
Just dolo
You been clipping my wings
Acting like you don't
Say it's not what it seems
But I know
Though
Say it's "us
" say it's "team"
OK
No though (yeah)
Clock this
You not this
I can see clear through the optics
You a opp bitch
Just stop it (just stop)
Clock this
You not this
Try to drag me down when I pop shit
But I rise up out of that mosh pit (woah)
Clock this
You not this
I can see clear through the optics
You a opp bitch
Just stop it
Clock this
You not this
You been clipping my wings in the cockpit
It's not what it seems
Better clock it (yeah)