Clocking Me

CLOCKING ME. Verse 1] Blue lights flicker, got the rearview glowing, Eyes on the block, yeah, They know that I be flowing. Cameras on the corner, all my move be getting logged, Trying to keep my head clear while I'm getting stalked. They clock my face when I'm crossing the avenue, Whispering my name like they're building up a case or two. Every step measured, every word weighed, Living under spotlights, never knowing who's getting paid. Helicopters circling, shadows on the pavement, Stress got me thinking about every conversation. Looking over shoulders, feeling all the tension, Trying to make it out without another fucking mention. City never sleeps and the pressure never stops, Sirens in the distance echoing off the blocks. I keep on moving forward, focused on the mission, Can't let the noise define my whole position. [Hook] They keep clocking me, watching me, stalking me. Trying to read my life like a fucking biography. Every move tracked, every path mapped, waiting on the moment that I finally get to snap. But I stay steady, eyes on the road, Carrying a weight that nobody knows. I'm Still breathing, And still standing tall, Even with the city trying to build my downfall. [Verse 2] Late nights walking through familiar streets, Same old corners, same old beats. People got stories written in their eyes, Dreams getting buried underneath the city lights. Some got hope and some got scars, Some spend their nights staring at the fucking stars. Wondering if tomorrow's gonna bring a better view, Or another day fighting just to make it through. I hear the rumors traveling faster than trains, Everybody got opinions but they don't know the pain. Don't know the pressure when your name gets mentioned, Like every little move deserves another question. Trying to stay focused, trying to stay clean, Trying to build a future bigger than the fucking scene. But the spotlight follows every place I go, Like they're searching for a side that I don't even show. [Hook] They keep clocking me, watching me, stalking me. Trying to read my life like a fucking biography. Every move tracked, every path mapped, Like they're waiting on the moment that I finally get to snap. But I stay steady, eyes on the road, Carrying a weight that nobody knows. Still breathing, still standing tall, Even with the city trying to build my downfall.