Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Clock on my arm Clock on my trauma Time on my name And a stain on the marble [Verse 1] Fuck a clip trend, I’m a big shot Fuck a TikTok, I’ma make this wrist pop Turn the drip drop to a big rock Turn his big talk to a ziplock Yeah Second hand spinning like a fan blade Every snap on my hand worth a campaign Got his whole life hanging by a lampshade Turn his highlight reel to a rampage Look I don’t chase fame, let the fame chase I don’t chase ops, let the aim trace Put him on a shirt, that’s a name plate Make his heart stop, that’s a brain break Tick Bullet talk fast, that’s a TED Talk Red chalk lines on the dead walk Whole block freeze when the lead pop Turn a tough guy into desktop Yeah I been in the mud with the gold teeth Turn cold beef into slow grief Turn a bold tweet to a closed reef They gon’ hold grief when the soul leave [Chorus] Tick tock, tick tock Fuck a feed, make the wrist talk (wrist talk) Big rock, big shot Turn his whole clip to a screenshot Tick tock, tick tock Every little second that your lip drop Big stock, big plot Put him on a shirt, make the scene stop (yeah) [Verse 2] Every little ding on the clock face Is a flashback framed in a block case Got a mask in the dash, that’s a stock trade Turn a handshake deal to a hot grave Oof I don’t do threats, I do outcomes Turn loud drums into out-runs Got the crowd numb when the sound thump Turn a round one to a shroud front See Time is a bullet in a long gun Tick is the inhale, to the wrong lung Tock is the exhale when the song done Clock on my sleeve like a long run Ice Watch so froze, it’s a crime scene Hand so bright, it’s a high-beam Life on the line in the fine print Hands on twelve like a time-scheme Yeah Put him on a tee, that’s a team pic Heart in my hand, that’s a mean trick Turn his big step to a lean limp Whole scene dim when the beam click [Chorus] Tick tock, tick tock Fuck a feed, make the wrist talk (hey) Big rock, big shot Turn his whole clip to a screenshot Tick tock, tick tock Every little second that your lip drop Big stock, big plot Put him on a shirt, make the scene stop [Bridge] Hands on the clock like hands on a throat (choke) Face on a post like face on a coat Threads in a post turn threads in a hole Stitch in his name, that’s stitch in his soul Tick Time on my side like a gang sign Tock Life on the line with a hang time Tick Pray he don’t slip when it’s game time Tock Every little drip is a brain line [Chorus] Tick tock, tick tock Fuck a feed, make the wrist talk Big rock, big shot Turn his whole clip to a screenshot (yeah) Tick tock, tick tock Every little second that your lip drop Big stock, big plot Put him on a shirt, make the scene stop
Tags
rap, Gritty Midwest hip-hop cypher energy, swung drums and snarling bass under sharp, intricate male vocals. Verses stay punchy with stop-start flows and internal rhyme bursts; hook widens with layered ad-libs, chopped vocal hits, and stuttered delays on key phrases. Sparse piano stabs and eerie pads flicker in and out, leaving heavy space for the bars to cut through., hardcore hip hop, freestyle, pop, hip hop
Duration
2:56
Instrumental
No
Created
4/7/2026