When the Clock Ticks

I told J Flint these rhymes can pay rent

Need the holla 'bout some dollars 'cause mine, yo they spent

Gas, light, electric, and condo fee got me stressed, kid

They call me on the phone, he's not home, can't take a message

Dodgin', dropped a half a grand on my lodging

Sprint to sprint went upside my noggin

Think about robbin', maybe gettin' a job and

Employee of the year at Baskin Robbins

Livin' life, you know what cost to be in it

Some leave early, you just start, now you finished

Pay the highest tax, enough cheese to buy a rat

Not to floss at that, tryin' to cop the flyer gas, man

Two bucks a gallon got my pockets cold wallin'

I'd rather just stay at the crib creatin' styles and

New hot shit like Chinese food, chop sticks

'Cause when the clocks tics, I need to profit

Yo, when the clock tics, I need to profit

Yo, when the clock tics, I need to profit

Yo, when the clock tics, I need to profit

Yo, when the clock tics, I need to profit

I take a pool from the leaf like the Indian chief

Hop in the whip, full put to the familiar streets

And that's a shame, but the lane's got the game all changed

Draw aim and bust that thing for small fame

Oh the news, I reign, one life took, one life booked

Now two **** will never see the sunlight looked

That's half the cats are on my way, whole generation sway

On some Willie Lynch shit, but happenin' today

I was rappin' to my rays on how whiteys are trip

Thinkin' life is only what society grips

Man my **** sling dope to dank coke and sure

Makin' all type of dollars with no tax return

I wish the wack would learn instead of frontin' like they know it

You wanna impress me? Drop a track, I can flow it

Roll up, Jazz Lib to cold crush with

Chicka, J Sands, no man could hold us, yeah

Yeah, J Sands

Jazz Lib, and lone cat

And when the clock tics, we need to profit

And when the clock tics, we need to profit

So when the clock tics, we need to profit

Yo, when the clock tics, we need to profit

Yo, when the clock tics, I need to profit

Yo, when the clock tics, I need to profit

Yo, I was blessed, never had to run in the streets

Growin' up, slingin' sheets with a gun in my fleece

Yeah, my hood family's deep, always something to eat

But not a cookout everyday, straight a muffin a week

Ridin' down federal, how it's changed the credible

Cleaned out, fiend out, things out, you better move

If them kids by the alpine shot out to Caltron

They'll merk your cats with the gas, heard the clout sign

'93 was the worst year on the Earth here

A hundred plus murders, **** thinkin' that turf steers

Ridin' for it, the white man own it, they dyin' for it

Another way, God sakes, mama's cryin' for it

Now youngin's on the same trip

You wasn't allowed off your porch, now you gang bang, shit talk

All that hot shit, man you got the plot flipped

Just because I called you cuz, don't mean I walk Crip, ****

You little young dumb motherfucker, I'm just showin' you love

That's what I say

So when the clock tics, I need to profit

Yo, when the clock tics, I need to profit

Yo, when the clock tics, I need to profit

Yo, when the clock tics, I need to profit

Yo, when the clock tics, I need to profit

Yo, when the clock tics, I need to profit

Yo, when the clock tics, I need to profit

'Cause when the clocks tics, I need to profit

'Cause when the clocks tics, I need to profit

'Cause when the clocks tics, I need to profit

And you don't stop, and you won't stop

And you can't stop, 'cause it's hip hop

I said you won't stop, and you don't stop

And you don't stop, and you don't stop

Yeah, uh, uh, J S

J Sands, Jazz Lib

Puttin' it down, holdin' a crown, all year round

Yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop

J Sands, y'all, forever rock

Peace