Текст песни Shot Clock - M.A.B.

Time tickin′ like I been up on the clock
Couldn't tell I′m on point with the shot
I'm Automatic, pass the mic, pass the rock
Every Fall I make the birds wanna flock

I'm the one that made you write make you stack
Made a track and had to mix it on a Mac
Made a move and put yo city on my back
Now every day I gotcha livin on attack
They say the ones who make you cry make you laugh
But fuck all that I leave they ass in the past
You a tornado so I stay up out yo path
But let you die once you run out of all that gas, aye!

How you livin how you thinkin how you actin like?
Niggas off the dark liquor but they actin′ lite
I cannot sleep till I make a stack a night
All the things I did to make it, call it sacrifice
All this macaroni call it holy matrimony
Had to cut the phonies, went and got it by my lonely
Used to say I′m boney, now it's steak and Bertolli
Ballin like I′m Brodie, gave the game to all my homies

Time tickin' like I been up on the clock
Couldn′t tell I'm on point with the shot
I′m automatic pass the mic, pass the rock
Every Winter make the birds wanna flock

Gettin buckets, player coachin like I'm Duncan
If you was ballin on my level you'd be stuntin
If what you smokin ain′t that loud than we don′t touch it
Don't hit my line about a verse without a budget
They see me as a rookie ballin like a vet
You the realest on the net yet we never met?
How you claiming u the plug but we ain′t connect?
I'm the lord of the land, time to collect

Shot mean! Just dish it on the wing!
Killed you online, got you crying bout the ping!
Getting money gettin points it ain′t a thing!
2-3 boy it's all about the rings!
Number 1, Back to Back, 3 Peat
Wait no, I′m the one, bag back, 3 feet
Might catch me In Milwaukee gettin Bucks, Greak Freak
And I write my own shit, I don't need a cheat sheet
Number 1, Back to Back, 3 Peat
Wait no, I'm the one, bag back, 3 feet
Might catch me In Milwaukee gettin Bucks, Greak Freak
And I write my own shit, I don′t need a cheat sheet