Lyrics Shot Clock - Ty Spacely

The block back jumping like its hopscotch
I'm Twenty-Four, My time running like a shot clock
He was fronted, Sixteen ounces in a zip lock
Now he up, Now he up, Now he cant stop

Wanna be just like the stars, but cant connect the dots
Now he riding with the stars, and they just give him props
Never had a lot, had to work with what I got
Jose' got the green growing like a bean stock
Pour that, Dusse' out, for the dead homies
When I was down, you never checked on me
Let you, get the shine, then you flexed on me
To keep One-K, I'm not impressed homie
Left my girl, left my family, to tour the country
State to state, live that suit life, Zack and Cody
People telling me that you about to be somebody
When you home, don't be acting like you know nobody
Small town nigga with some big time goals
Where you walk outside and see a nigga overdose
Where the cops pull you over, just because you with your bros
It happens everywhere, it don't matter where you go
But this the O to the H to the I to the O
Where the winter get hot, and the summer get cold
Prepare for the worst cause you really never ever know
Get my weed from the west, yes, that's the best coast

Uh, fuck, shit, we been up all fucking day nigga
You still recording in this bitch
Niggas sleep up in this bitch boy

The block back jumping like its hopscotch
I'm Twenty-Four, My time running like a shot clock
He was fronted, Sixteen ounces in a zip lock
Now he up, Now he up, Now he cant stop
The block back jumping like its hopscotch
I'm Twenty-Four, My time running like a shot clock
He was fronted, Sixteen ounces in a zip lock
Now he up, Now he up, Now he cant stop

Yeah, its been a fucking minute
Been motherfucking shit about, a year and half since I seen yo ass boy
Fuck
Just like old times
Apartment fourteen shit
That old shit boy
Beavervalley Road shit boy