Been through hard times
Probably face a couple more
Cause lying down in weakness
It ain't ever opened doors
This rap shit got me tweaking
Got me talking to the lord
And I ain't ever been to church
I ain't ever stayed my course
Well shit I held this lane
Since a boilermaker
Don't really want no fame
Just love this rap and need some paper
Been weak and I'm to blame
Digging deeper in my crater
Yo I just saw that you rang
I'm on my grind I'll call you later
They tell me keep on pushing
But what I'm pushing toward
These bars ain't buy a house
Won't even buy some baby food
Won't buy my girl a ring
Not one that she deserve
How these rappers buying bling
They second hustle must be good
I say that I'm great
My homies say it too
But sugar ain't so sweet
When it's all they giving you
If I'm really Mike
Id probably have a bit more cash
I ain't the hanging type
Unless you koty or my dad
It's kinda sad
Is what they tell me
But I be swimming
For a Phelps dream
Help me
Nah you can't at least
That's what my ego yelling
Kinda telling
As I'm walking
That man think he big as dolph is
He think he worth the dolphins
But his pockets small as paw prints
From a prawns prick
I done lost it
Make a track about cookoo clocks
Cause I keep talking ( tokking)
Having all these poof poof thoughts
And then they gone quick
I might have to shut up shop
But then I'm nothing
Been through hard times
Probably face a couple more
Cause lying down in weakness
It ain't ever opened doors
This rap shit got me tweaking
Got me talking to the lord
And I ain't ever been to church
I ain't ever stayed my course
Well shit I held this lane
Since a boilermaker
Don't really want no fame
Just love this rap and need some paper
Been weak and I'm to blame
Digging deeper in my crater
Yo I just saw that you rang
I'm on my grind I'll call you later
I had this homie Sean
He hit me up the other day
Playing all my songs
Saying how I'm great
Back in second grade
He like the only friend I had
And I thought he was dopest
He taught me how to be man
Taught me how to juke
And how to ride a bike
Told me if they mess with me
Toss em a left and then a right
Taught me how to hoop
And I was trash as one can be
Now everytime I ball
Folks they want me on they team
Now a shoutout to my fam
They taught me love and loyalty
And how to put in work
Until the sun went into sleep
So now I work like I make B's
Ain't even scratch an M
Ain't even touch a hundred thou
I hope I can before this end
Recently I've had my doubts
I'm trying to ignore em
The mind is powerful
So I just focus on my omens
Rap from gulf to gulf
Til I'm golfing with T Owen's
Im bout to salt the earth
So I'm the only one that's growing
Been through hard times
Probably face a couple more
Cause lying down in weakness
It ain't ever opened doors
This rap shit got me tweaking
Got me talking to the lord
And I ain't ever been to church
I ain't ever stayed my course
Well shit I held this lane
Since a boilermaker
Don't really want no fame
Just love this rap and need some paper
Been weak and I'm to blame
Digging deeper in my crater
Yo I just saw that you rang
I'm on my grind I'll call you later
Apex God - Cukoo Clock Lyrics
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Been through hard times
Probably face a couple more
Cause lying down in weakness
It ain't ever opened doors
This rap shit got me tweaking
Got me talking to the lord
And I ain't ever been to church
I ain't ever stayed my course
Well shit I held this lane
Since a boilermaker
Don't really want no fame
Just love this rap and need some paper
Been weak and I'm to blame
Digging deeper in my crater
Yo I just saw that you rang
I'm on my grind I'll call you later
They tell me keep on pushing
But what I'm pushing toward
These bars ain't buy a house
Won't even buy some baby food
Won't buy my girl a ring
Not one that she deserve
How these rappers buying bling
They second hustle must be good
I say that I'm great
My homies say it too
But sugar ain't so sweet
When it's all they giving you
If I'm really Mike
Id probably have a bit more cash
I ain't the hanging type
Unless you koty or my dad
It's kinda sad
Is what they tell me
But I be swimming
For a Phelps dream
Help me
Nah you can't at least
That's what my ego yelling
Kinda telling
As I'm walking
That man think he big as dolph is
He think he worth the dolphins
But his pockets small as paw prints
From a prawns prick
I done lost it
Make a track about cookoo clocks
Cause I keep talking ( tokking)
Having all these poof poof thoughts
And then they gone quick
I might have to shut up shop
But then I'm nothing
Been through hard times
Probably face a couple more
Cause lying down in weakness
It ain't ever opened doors
This rap shit got me tweaking
Got me talking to the lord
And I ain't ever been to church
I ain't ever stayed my course
Well shit I held this lane
Since a boilermaker
Don't really want no fame
Just love this rap and need some paper
Been weak and I'm to blame
Digging deeper in my crater
Yo I just saw that you rang
I'm on my grind I'll call you later
I had this homie Sean
He hit me up the other day
Playing all my songs
Saying how I'm great
Back in second grade
He like the only friend I had
And I thought he was dopest
He taught me how to be man
Taught me how to juke
And how to ride a bike
Told me if they mess with me
Toss em a left and then a right
Taught me how to hoop
And I was trash as one can be
Now everytime I ball
Folks they want me on they team
Now a shoutout to my fam
They taught me love and loyalty
And how to put in work
Until the sun went into sleep
So now I work like I make B's
Ain't even scratch an M
Ain't even touch a hundred thou
I hope I can before this end
Recently I've had my doubts
I'm trying to ignore em
The mind is powerful
So I just focus on my omens
Rap from gulf to gulf
Til I'm golfing with T Owen's
Im bout to salt the earth
So I'm the only one that's growing
Been through hard times
Probably face a couple more
Cause lying down in weakness
It ain't ever opened doors
This rap shit got me tweaking
Got me talking to the lord
And I ain't ever been to church
I ain't ever stayed my course
Well shit I held this lane
Since a boilermaker
Don't really want no fame
Just love this rap and need some paper
Been weak and I'm to blame
Digging deeper in my crater
Yo I just saw that you rang
I'm on my grind I'll call you later
Probably face a couple more
Cause lying down in weakness
It ain't ever opened doors
This rap shit got me tweaking
Got me talking to the lord
And I ain't ever been to church
I ain't ever stayed my course
Well shit I held this lane
Since a boilermaker
Don't really want no fame
Just love this rap and need some paper
Been weak and I'm to blame
Digging deeper in my crater
Yo I just saw that you rang
I'm on my grind I'll call you later
They tell me keep on pushing
But what I'm pushing toward
These bars ain't buy a house
Won't even buy some baby food
Won't buy my girl a ring
Not one that she deserve
How these rappers buying bling
They second hustle must be good
I say that I'm great
My homies say it too
But sugar ain't so sweet
When it's all they giving you
If I'm really Mike
Id probably have a bit more cash
I ain't the hanging type
Unless you koty or my dad
It's kinda sad
Is what they tell me
But I be swimming
For a Phelps dream
Help me
Nah you can't at least
That's what my ego yelling
Kinda telling
As I'm walking
That man think he big as dolph is
He think he worth the dolphins
But his pockets small as paw prints
From a prawns prick
I done lost it
Make a track about cookoo clocks
Cause I keep talking ( tokking)
Having all these poof poof thoughts
And then they gone quick
I might have to shut up shop
But then I'm nothing
Been through hard times
Probably face a couple more
Cause lying down in weakness
It ain't ever opened doors
This rap shit got me tweaking
Got me talking to the lord
And I ain't ever been to church
I ain't ever stayed my course
Well shit I held this lane
Since a boilermaker
Don't really want no fame
Just love this rap and need some paper
Been weak and I'm to blame
Digging deeper in my crater
Yo I just saw that you rang
I'm on my grind I'll call you later
I had this homie Sean
He hit me up the other day
Playing all my songs
Saying how I'm great
Back in second grade
He like the only friend I had
And I thought he was dopest
He taught me how to be man
Taught me how to juke
And how to ride a bike
Told me if they mess with me
Toss em a left and then a right
Taught me how to hoop
And I was trash as one can be
Now everytime I ball
Folks they want me on they team
Now a shoutout to my fam
They taught me love and loyalty
And how to put in work
Until the sun went into sleep
So now I work like I make B's
Ain't even scratch an M
Ain't even touch a hundred thou
I hope I can before this end
Recently I've had my doubts
I'm trying to ignore em
The mind is powerful
So I just focus on my omens
Rap from gulf to gulf
Til I'm golfing with T Owen's
Im bout to salt the earth
So I'm the only one that's growing
Been through hard times
Probably face a couple more
Cause lying down in weakness
It ain't ever opened doors
This rap shit got me tweaking
Got me talking to the lord
And I ain't ever been to church
I ain't ever stayed my course
Well shit I held this lane
Since a boilermaker
Don't really want no fame
Just love this rap and need some paper
Been weak and I'm to blame
Digging deeper in my crater
Yo I just saw that you rang
I'm on my grind I'll call you later
Writer: Alex Pruyn
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