Like Clockwork lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Man, I guess it all worked out
I'm gettin’ to it like clockwork now
My haters clocked in, they all burned out
They talk sh*t, but it's my turn now
And it should've been my first route
Young Tiller, what the f*ck was you worried about?
Who was talkin’ all that sh*t? I'ma bury 'em now
I'ma tell it like it is, I'm airin' 'em out

[Verse 1]
But when I think about it, I should be blurrin' ’em out
Can’t be in this picture, no certain, no how
Man, these n*ggas, they don't even deserve the clout
I got real n*ggas all in my circle now
I’m in the Hills with a shawty, she workin' out
Right by the pool, and I got business mеrgers now
I love the viеw and I ain't trippin' off burdens now
I kinda knew this sh*t was comin’, I'm learnin' how
How to manifest, I can't stress it enough, but, gal
You don't believe in yourself, you won't get nothin' at all
But when you pleadin' for help, you won't gettin' nothin' at all
'Cause n*ggas greedy, and this is not one for all
This industry full of lames and a bunch of fraud n*ggas
So don't ask me why I don't f*ck with y'all n*ggas
But I got Swan with me, and Richie and Pardi
Neil, Chase, Rol, Angela, Mike in Atlanta
But I know if I call him, he gon' answer then
We all family, T R A P S O U L, we at the GRAMMYs, yeah
Rap flows, but I'm croon like Sammy, yeah
I think it's clear why they don't understand me
I took the L's that these n*ggas wanted to hand me
And humbly, I fell back, makin' a plan for me
To comeback healthy
I don't know what held me back for so long
But look now
[Chorus]
Man, I guess it all worked out
I'm gettin' to it like clockwork now
My haters clocked in, they all burned out
They talk sh*t, but it's my turn now
And it should've been my first route
Young Tiller, what the f*ck was you worried about?
Who was talkin' all that sh*t? I'ma bury 'em now
I'ma tell it like it is, I'm airin' 'em out

[Verse 2]
Matter of fact, I put this sh*t in the furnace now
So don't be comin' to me with all that word to mouth
I got the flame and they sayin' it's burnin' out
But if I light the sh*t again, I'm burnin' it down
I'ma write a hit again, I'm writin' it now
I could really give a f*ck 'bout who likin' me now
I'm the guy that these critics is writin' about
But what I'm writin worth a milli', how could you feel me?
Can't, n*gga, I don't care how you rank a n*gga
I blessed you, you should really be thankin' a n*gga
I made your favorite rapper bring his A-game with him
And his A-game still can't hang with him
f*ck a hater and whoever came with him
And this is to whoever lost faith in him
Can't tell me that Tiller ain't great, n*gga
I got the fire on the way, better wait, n*gga
[Chorus]
Goddamn, I guess it all worked out
I'm gettin' to it like clockwork now
My haters clocked in, they all burned out
They talk sh*t, but it's my turn now
And it should've been my first route
Young Tiller, what the f*ck was you worried about?
Who was talkin' all that sh*t? I'ma bury 'em now
I'ma tell it like it is, I'm airin' 'em out