Yea Yea, KBTG yea mhmmm
I live this life for real I'm stressing huh day by day I take it
I hate the shit I can't control, I get mad and I can't fake it
Must've thought that I was gone fold, that's one thing you've mistaken
Same thing over its getting old, I think it's time I face it
Tired of dealing with problems back to back but I promise you we gone handle that
I ain't never back down from no nigga I ain't running nigga I'm the quarterback
I would say I'm the top dog but I still got space from where I lack
No more passing nigga I'm the ball hog it's time for me to cut my slack
Whole lotta fake shit so niggas I can't trust
Have trouble falling in love so all I do is lust
Imma stack my f*cking bread cuz' my nigga that's a must
Stand ten toes down in this shit my pockets full on stuff-crust
Lately oh really I'm thinking so clearly I'm tryna get high like the stars
Didn't have nobody to keep myself busy so I fell over to drugs
Thoughts in my head now I feel guilty so it's time I get me back up
Why can't it be all roses
Can I just get a little luck
778 KBTG - Clocked Out Lyrics
778 KBTG - Clocked Out Lyrics
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Yea Yea, KBTG yea mhmmm
I live this life for real I'm stressing huh day by day I take it
I hate the shit I can't control, I get mad and I can't fake it
Must've thought that I was gone fold, that's one thing you've mistaken
Same thing over its getting old, I think it's time I face it
Tired of dealing with problems back to back but I promise you we gone handle that
I ain't never back down from no nigga I ain't running nigga I'm the quarterback
I would say I'm the top dog but I still got space from where I lack
No more passing nigga I'm the ball hog it's time for me to cut my slack
Whole lotta fake shit so niggas I can't trust
Have trouble falling in love so all I do is lust
Imma stack my f*cking bread cuz' my nigga that's a must
Stand ten toes down in this shit my pockets full on stuff-crust
Lately oh really I'm thinking so clearly I'm tryna get high like the stars
Didn't have nobody to keep myself busy so I fell over to drugs
Thoughts in my head now I feel guilty so it's time I get me back up
Why can't it be all roses
Can I just get a little luck
I live this life for real I'm stressing huh day by day I take it
I hate the shit I can't control, I get mad and I can't fake it
Must've thought that I was gone fold, that's one thing you've mistaken
Same thing over its getting old, I think it's time I face it
Tired of dealing with problems back to back but I promise you we gone handle that
I ain't never back down from no nigga I ain't running nigga I'm the quarterback
I would say I'm the top dog but I still got space from where I lack
No more passing nigga I'm the ball hog it's time for me to cut my slack
Whole lotta fake shit so niggas I can't trust
Have trouble falling in love so all I do is lust
Imma stack my f*cking bread cuz' my nigga that's a must
Stand ten toes down in this shit my pockets full on stuff-crust
Lately oh really I'm thinking so clearly I'm tryna get high like the stars
Didn't have nobody to keep myself busy so I fell over to drugs
Thoughts in my head now I feel guilty so it's time I get me back up
Why can't it be all roses
Can I just get a little luck
Writer: 778 KBTG
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