BiC Fizzle ft. Big Scarr - Clark Street Baby Lyrics

(AClef Vibes on the beat)

I ain't have shit to my name to the first to the third
Middle of Clark, tryna catch me a serve
To be factorial that shit for the birds
I'ma die 'bout respect, is you slidin' 'bout yours?
Chicago fitted, I'm straight from the city
You want it, come get it, I got it, it's yours
Promethazine just to help my nerves
I'm doin' good, say, "Fuck what you heard" (fuck what you heard)
Time on the clock don't stop for no one
Standin' on ten, won't run, I'm on one
He think I'm pussy, make me have to show one
He ain't gon' shoot it, that .40 his show gun

I'm with them killers, make me have to send 'em
I run with them sinners, I know they'll take somethin'
I want the hundreds and money since day one
Lay where you play and your soul, I'll take one
How they gon' hate on me?
Noodles and crackers, I'm straight from the street
Breakin' in houses, flippin' them couches
Can't find the money, we take your TVs
Ain't have a dime in my wallet
Soaked up the knowledge, this shit that the D-boy taught me
I'm sippin' Wocky like coffee, no coughin'
Fuck nigga play, he get put in a coffin
I want that money, let's skip all the talkin'
This for them days me and lil' cuz was walkin'
Late night stalkin', commotion I'm causin'
Won't stop 'til I'm up and whole team bosses
Gamblin', takin' 'em losses
Too many crosses is makin' me cautious
Can't trust a soul, I'm steppin' with caution
Play with that K, I'ma step if you drop (I'ma step if you drop)
I'm out in public, can't sit in my pockets
From nothin' to somethin', shot up like a rocket
I got the key to the hood like a locket
Still post on the block like I'm Giannis or Jokic
Pop out, chain on frost, they watchin'
We do it once and they copy it and jock it
Run up a check, got a reason to flex
Used to rap for the free, now they pay me deposits
When you play with a check, gotta move a lil' smarter
Punchin' on shit like my name Vince Carter
Water and hard, all the snakes out the garden
The only way, I'ma keep goin' up farther
She wanna fuck, I'ma charge her
I watch the money get larger and larger
Run up a check 'til my soul departure
Graduated the trenches, I'll make it the Harvard

I ain't have shit to my name to the first to the third
Middle of Clark, tryna catch me a serve
To be factorial that shit for the birds
I'ma die 'bout respect, is you slidin' 'bout yours?
Chicago fitted, I'm straight from the city
You want it, come get it, I got it, it's yours
Promethazine just to help my nerves
I'm doin' good, say, "Fuck what you heard" (fuck what you heard)
Time on the clock don't stop for no one
Standin' on ten, won't run, I'm on one
He think I'm pussy, make me have to show one
He ain't gon' shoot it, that .40 his show gun

Uh, yeah, look at my ice, you can tell that I'm on one
That nigga bitch, you can tell he ain't on nothin'
Hop in the 'Cat and burn out, do a donut (burn out, do a donut)
Used to post on the block sellin' dope 'til the sun up
'Member them days prayin' to God for a come up
Now it's ice on my wrist and I'm thumbin' through commas
Just got a call from LaWanna, said, "Boy, you a stunna
You get this shit from your mama"
My brodie just sent me a text, said he know that I'm tired
He love me, just gotta keep goin'
Money or drugs neither one heal the pain
Who can I call when my back against the grain?
It's crazy 'cause when it get dark and rainy for people
They know they can call on my name
Fuck all my haters, I know that they watchin'
All on my page, yeah, I know that they copy
Only sit back, keep stackin' the profit
Can't no nigga pop it the way that I pop it

I ain't have shit to my name to the first to the third
Middle of Clark, tryna catch me a serve
To be factorial that shit for the birds
I'ma die 'bout respect, is you slidin' 'bout yours?
Chicago fitted, I'm straight from the city
You want it, come get it, I got it, it's yours
Promethazine just to help my nerves
I'm doin' good, say, "Fuck what you heard" (fuck what you heard)
Time on the clock don't stop for no one
Standin' on ten, won't run, I'm on one
He think I'm pussy, make me have to show one
He ain't gon' shoot it, that .40 his show gun

I ain't have shit to my name to the first to the third
Middle of Clark, tryna catch me a serve
To be factorial that shit for the birds
I'ma die 'bout respect, is you slidin' 'bout yours?
Chicago fitted, I'm straight from the city
You want it, come get it, I got it, it's yours
Promethazine just to help my nerves
I'm doin' good, say, "Fuck what you heard" (fuck what you heard)
Time on the clock don't stop for no one
Standin' on ten, won't run, I'm on one
He think I'm pussy, make me have to show one
He ain't gon' shoot it, that .40 his show gun