[Verse 1: Issa Gold]

Clockwork gang, she wanna party and hang with the lords of the land, god damn (god damn)

Passed her off two tabs, filled her in on the plan, she was gone in a half, god damn (god damn)

Roll a zip fuck a gram, got a rocket in my hand, take a hit thats a blast, got damn (god damn)

When the sarge in town that lysergic around, got it in my headband, god damn (god damn)

Big head spliff, Bob Marley

Chinese eyes distorted

Issa Gold can't tarnish, but my target get departed

Flatbush strap no harness

Indigo drill sergeant

Million man my starters, feel the drugs run through your carcass

In her socket shooting comets, you could see she ride for chronic (let's go)

She livin' for the sex and drugs, she crucified the night

My aura's glowing like it dipped in love and ultraviolet light

The culture real and multi-flow to me diversify the mics

So what's your type?

So what's your type? (Bitch)

So what's your type? (Bitch)

So what's your type? (Bitch)

[Pre-Chorus: Meechy Darko]

Ain't this what you want? Love, sex, drugs?

Ain't this what you want? Guns, big blunts?

Ain't this what you want? Man we the best bruh

If that nigga got a vest cuz, hit that nigga from the neck up

Ain't this what you want? Love, sex, drugs?

Ain't this what you want? Guns, big blunts?

Ain't this what you want? Man we the best bruh

If that nigga got a vest cuz, hit that nigga from the neck up

[Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott]

Travel paraphernalia

Drive it like the whip is stolen

Man it's truly a shame, they say this here is a moment

My motive not up for bargain

I can't co-sign every artist

My niggas be 'round regardless

Hustling, struggling, and mobbing

Travel paraphernalia

Drive it like the whip is stolen

Man it's truly a shame, they say this here is a moment

My motive not up for bargain

I can't co-sign every artist

My niggas be 'round regardless

Hustling, struggling, and mobbing

[Verse 2: Meechy Darko]

Sometimes blood ain't thick enough

Thug life, hit 'em up

Dip my fingertips in acid so there ain't no need for gloves

Clockwork Indigo, four hundred micrograms just hit my tongue

That sour reefer fill my lungs

Highest up, never take no plunge

Meech Knievel, born to stunt

Two chicks pass my dick back and forth, and blow like they just hit the blunt

Fleezus Christ, he just nice

He slice like OJ did his wife

Two bricks on my feet, all white, nice

My nigga, Christ wasn't as nice

I'm one of the illest niggas to ever touch a mic

Tussionex hittin'

Body on lean, but we ain't talkin' fitness

Razor blade choppin' and spittin'

We runnin', we flippin' for gold like we gymnasts

Get it? Razor blade? Gyms? Ha

Fuck it, one day you'll get it

Nina a freak and her pussy be drippin'

Don’t fuck with the zombies, I might catch a homi

I finally found me a job for the tommy. job for the tommy

Tommy

Tommy

Job for the tommy

Tommy

Tommy

Job for the tommy

[Pre-Chorus: Meechy Darko]

Ain't this what you want? Love, sex, drugs?

Ain't this what you want? Guns, big blunts?

Ain't this what you want? Man we the best bruh

If that nigga got a vest cuz, hit that nigga from the neck up

[Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott]

Travel paraphernalia

Drive it like the whip is stolen

Man it's truly a shame, they say this here is a moment

My motive not up for bargain

I can't co-sign every artist

My nigga's be round' regardless

Hustling, struggling, and mobbing

[Verse 3: AK]

Uh, fresh out the tomb, I finesse through the tune

All I need is a pocket of checks, pocket of fumes

To proceed to the top of the vest, droppin' that flu

Cold shit, watch the masses collect and feel cool

Stay true to the massive respect, and pay due

Fuck that, don't be a slave to nathin' make moves

Wait, why they snooze, they hate 'cause they lose

Don't fate with fate, use your brain to break through

Clockwork rasta, puffin' that boombastic

And my flow so toxic, melt your whole damn project

So-so alpha but them hoes just swallow

We were chosen, follow, clear that road of sorrow

No tomorrow, mama hit this weed

For the fallen soldiers pour some Hennessy

Sculpt the vultures then restore the culture

When I'm dead and gone remember what I told ya

Yeah set in stone, I be the coldest author

And I'm Flatbush grown where they resort slaughter

At your dome with the super smoker, that's when you know that it's truly over

Pack the back, I kill every track

I'm like H2O, I flow round the map

I got cater blow but I'll keep that stack

Got some loud to blow so I'll be right back

[Bridge: Juice]

This that Clockwork, pop pop like Mossberg

Smoke smoke the best herb

Yep, niggas ain't ready for us

This that Clockwork, pop pop like Mossberg

Smoke smoke the best herb

Yep, niggas ain't ready for us

[Pre-Chorus: Meechy Darko]

Ain't this what you want? Love, sex, drugs?

Ain't this what you want? Guns, big blunts?

Ain't this what you want? Man we the best bruh

If that nigga got a vest cuz, hit that nigga from the neck up