Selfmade Noah - The Clocks Tickin Lyrics

Some slurry and a thirty, mix it in the pot with it.
Got me slurring out my words, said I talk different
Know y'all see me hurting, said I need to stop sipping
Young, but I gotta get to it while the clock ticking
Letting my pains out the chop until the opps feel them
I won't stop my kids a spin on the opps children
It's a never ending game, like we won't stop killing
Till a million in the safe, we won't stop drilling
Naw, we don't bleed the same, my blood's thicker
I'm bleeding purple drink or some cheap liquor
Done pack a punched this bitch and got a light trigger
I'm finna smash the pedal, I see some lights flicker
Try and take me in, you hear a slight blicka
If it's beef, then put your sight or your fist up
It's hard to get me in, like I got a whole militia
All respect's a squeeze, but I'm the top lane switcher
Done pressed the pedal so many times, I broke the gas
I ain't worried about the feds, cause bitch, I got my mask
I got you in the crib, bitch, you gotta shake that ass
Do this shit for real, Max Payne running with two mags
Talking on my name, but ain't gon' make me mad
See yall always on the game, get up and touch some grass
I done put it all in his blood, now I'm all up in my bag
Put a chick up on the flight, cause damn, she hella bad
Yo bitch tryna f*ck, why she keep on asking
A bitch, make me mad hit the bank, cause I'm cashing
Done got it out the mud, so you know I'm flashing
Only game I play is Tetris, so you know I'm stacking
Post a flick haters mad, I ain't even have a caption
Caught an opp bitch, rolled him up, then I passed him
Popped him back, I ain't talk about no aspirin
Q5, I got it tuck, you ain't even know I'm packing
Some slurry in a thirty, mix it in the pot with it
Got me slurring out my words, said I talk different
Now y'all see me hurting, said I need to stop sipping
Young, but I gotta get to it while the clock ticking
Letting my pains out the chop until the opps feel them
I won't stop my kids a spin on the opps children
It's a never ending game, like we won't stop killing
Till a million in the safe, we won't stop drilling
I'm done taking L's, like I'm searching for a win
Done swerving Tahoe, like I'm trying to spin a Benz
Essentials on the fit, even though I'm gon' sin again
Could teach y'all to flip, you just gotta listen in
Grab a P and a stick if you tryna get that bread
Grab like three and a switch if they tryna take your head
Goofy try and walk you down, you gotta hit the legs
Damn they done got the gang, I'm yelling f*ck the feds