Clark Street Baby

(album: So Icy Boyz (Deluxe) - 2021)

(AClef Vibes on the beat)

[BiC Fizzle:]
I ain't have shit to my name to the first or the third
Middle o'clock, tryna catch me a syrup
To be factorial that shit for the birds
I'ma die 'bout respect, is you sliding 'bout yours?
Chicago feet, I'm straight from the city
You wanna come get it? I got it, it's yours
Promethazine just to help my nerves
I'm doing good, say, "Fuck what you heard" (Fuck what you heard)
Time on the clock don't stop for no one
Standing on ten, want one? I don't want one
He think I'm pussy, make me have to show one
He ain't gon' shoot with that .40, he show gun

I'm with them killers, make me have to send 'em
I roll with them sinners, I know they'll take something
I want the hundreds and money since day one
Lay where you play, your soul I'll take one
How they gon' hate on me?
Noodles and crackles, I'm straight from the street
Breaking at houses, flipping them couches
Can't find the money, we take your TVs
Ain't have a dime on my wallet
So close to nothing, this shit that the D-boy taught me
I'm sipping Wocky like coffee, no coughing
Fuck nigga play, he get put in a coffin
I want that money, let's skip all the talking
Different, them days me and Loco was walking
Late night stop with the motion on cars
Don't stop 'til I'm up and whole team bosses
It's gambling, taking no losses
Too many crosses, you making me cross
Catch up soul, I'm stepping with caution
Play with that K, I'ma step if you drop (I'ma step if you drop)
I'm out in public, kept shit in my pockets
From nothing to something, shadow like a rocket
I got the key to the hood like a locket
Still post on the block like I'm young as some jockeys
Pop out, chain on frost, they watching
We do it once and they copy it and jock it
Run up a check, got a reasion to flex
Used to rap for the free, now they pay me to pop it
If you play with the check, gotta move a lil' smarter
Punching on shit like my name Vince Carter
Water in hard, all the snakes out the garden
The only way, I'ma keep going up farther
She wanna fuck, I'ma charge her
I watch money get larger and larger
Run up a check 'til my soul departure
Graduate up the trenches, I'll make it the Harvard

I ain't have shit to my name to the first or the third
Middle o'clock, tryna catch me a syrup
To be factorial that shit for the birds
I'ma die 'bout respect, is you sliding 'bout yours?
Chicago feet, I'm straight from the city
You wanna come get it? I got it, it's yours
Promethazine just to help my nerves
I'm doing good, say, "Fuck what you heard" (Fuck what you heard)
Time on the clock don't stop for no one
Standing on ten, want one? I don't want one
He think I'm pussy, make me have to show one
He ain't gon' shoot with that .40, he show gun

[Big Scarr:]
Uh (Woah), yeah, look at my ice, you can tell that I'm on one
That nigga bitch, you can tell he ain't on nothing
Hop in the 'Cat and burn out, do a donut (Burn out, do a donut)
Used to post on the block selling dope 'til the sun out
'Member them days praying to God for a come up
Now it's ice on my wrist and I'm thumbing through commas
Just got a call from the ones, it said, "Boy, you a stunna
You get this shit from your mama"
My brother just see me in Texas, said he know that I'm tired
He love me, just gotta keep going
Money, it's good, need to wet, heal the pain
Who can I call? My bae against the grain
It's crazy 'cause when it get down, I kept running from tricks
But they know they can call on my name
Fuck all my haters, I know that they watching
All on my page, yeah, I know that they copying
Only sit back, keep stacking the profit
Can't no nigga pop it the way that I pop it

[BiC Fizzle:]
I ain't have shit to my name to the first or the third
Middle o'clock, tryna catch me a syrup
To be factorial that shit for the birds
I'ma die 'bout respect, is you sliding 'bout yours?
Chicago feet, I'm straight from the city
You wanna come get it? I got it, it's yours
Promethazine just to help my nerves
I'm doing good, say, "Fuck what you heard" (Fuck what you heard)
Time on the clock don't stop for no one
Standing on ten, want one? I don't want one
He think I'm pussy, make me have to show one
He ain't gon' shoot with that .40, he show gun
I ain't have shit to my name to the first or the third
Middle o'clock, tryna catch me a syrup
To be factorial that shit for the birds
I'ma die 'bout respect, is you sliding 'bout yours?
Chicago feet, I'm straight from the city
You wanna come get it? I got it, it's yours
Promethazine just to help my nerves
I'm doing good, say, "Fuck what you heard" (Fuck what you heard)
Time on the clock don't stop for no one
Standing on ten, want one? I don't want one
He think I'm pussy, make me have to show one
He ain't gon' shoot with that .40, he show gun