CLOCK THE G4ME Lyrics – Aitch

Read the complete CLOCK THE G4ME Lyrics by Aitch and Chimpo along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Aitch’s music, you can also explore CLOCK THE GAME and TEST, two other songs by Aitch.

[Intro: Aitch]
Yeah

[Verse 1: Aitch]
Watch who you keep in your company
The wolves are out for that luxury
Where I’m from, you need tough skin
It’s just death-dodging and
Close to death (Phew)
Bullets,
Dingers and fu*kery
Yutes roll around with some cutlery
Trust me, I know what the ends are like
Wanna make it out? Come and fu*k with me (Whew)
I been blacked out on a late night
Bored up on a date night
Know how it feels to be flat broke
And I know how victory tastes like
I’ve had top tens, I’ve hade ten tops
(??)
Gotta make hits to get paid quick
Used to take ticks, now I take flights
I’m (Ah) blessed
Ain’t checkers, boy, this is chess
Put a hundred racks on a house, I’ve got put a hundred racks on your chest
Next (Next), invest before you can flex
That chain you got, it ain’t bullet proof, so I hope you came with a vest

[Interlude]
We love this game, I mean why (??)
There’s a thousand other guys waiting in this wing who are obsessed with this game
I love this game, I live this game

[Chorus: Chimpo & Aitch]
Clock the game, yeah
Got the code, yeah
They’re on smoke (Huh?)

What a load (Ha)
I’m all good (I’m all good)
On my own (I’m not old)
It goes down (Yeah, yeah)
Who’s gonna fold (Woo, woo)

[Verse 2: Aitch]
Clock the game, locking aim
Me and them not the same
In the Benz, not the Range
This my friend, not my babes
Mix the blem with the haze
Turn a ten to an eighth
Tell me when and I’m game
And again (And again)
(Woo) Trust, get money and slide
You do too much coming outside
Got gyal tryna touch my face (Huh?)
Don’t do that, honey, I’m fried (Woo)
Said he run this place, guess it ain’t been running in time (Haha)
They don’t fu*k with Aitch, but I’m live

[Chorus: Aitch, Chimpo, Both]
Clock the game
Got the code
They’re on smoke
What a load
I’m all good
On my own
It goes down
Who’s gonna fold? (Bah, bah, bah ,bah)
Clock the game, yeah
Got the code, yeah
They’re on smoke (Huh?)
What a load (Ha)
I’m all good (I’m all good)
On my own (I’m not old)
It goes down (Yeah, yeah)
Who’s gonna fold? Yeah (Woo, woo)

[Verse 3: Aitch]
Hopped out the car with a home-runner, looking like I play for the Red Sox
Man took a break for the whole summer, now I’m picking up where I left off
Holla’ at me for passports, I’m only tryna shoot headshots
I can’t even go (??) more, this cash won’t fit in no (??) box (Woo, woo)
Pull up, wait,
Show up skate, double papes
Run it back, stuff a plate, split the stack, cut the cake, yeah
Freezing, baby, my wrist always on avalanche
That’s why (??) feel like manny-man (Trust)

[Outro: Aitch]
Clock the game (Game over)