"Clockwork" lyrics

(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Hey, man, what's wrong with you?
Fuck you lookin' at, nigga?
I'm still tryna find out, nigga
Hold on, hold on, we got a problem here?
We got a problem here?
We got a problem? (Joey)
Put the gun away, nigga
Can we have one night where there ain't no fightin', nobody gets shot?
Yeah

Right before my eyes, brick of 'caine on the table
Brodie 'bout to chop that bitch down and give it flavor
Residue everywhere, this shit crazy
This shit be takin' hours, watchin' niggas use a razor
Meanwhile, a nigga on the couch watchin' the door
Just in case he need to put your brains on the floor
In this dirty-ass house with the rats and the roaches
Amazing what these niggas go through to stack cho
Mason jars, pots, water, stove on four hundred
The smell damn near makin' me sick to my stomach
Mask on, I can't let this turn me to a junkie
Scrapin' up the extras, bag it up, now who want it?

Clockwork, every second make a dollar
Spot workers, fiends runnin' in and out
Block jumpin', I'm seein' money and the power
Chop squirtin', this bitch be blowin' niggas down
Clockwork, every second make a dollar
Spot workers, fiends runnin' in and out
Block jumpin', I'm seein' money and the power
Chop squirtin', this bitch be blowin' niggas down