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in a hour (brick by brick)
Clay the trickster
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You threaten me, I'll be in country in an hour
In an hour, in and out an hour
Grown man, power
No keys, no knocks, I don't linger
Light's still on, but the room feels stranger
Ghost mode, no trace, no sound, no drum
Same bed, cold, sweat when you turn around
Pressure, pressure, bombs and bombs and bombs
In in out, in and out of you house
Ops link up overseas, group chat scheming
Different time zones, same weak reason
Russia talk, cold, China move quiet
Smiles in public, knives stay private
Iran loud, all talk for the cam
Big threats, no follow-through plans
Venezuela bark hard, camera brave
Same speech, different stage
They don't want me gone, they want the seat
Tryna shake the flag, not just the street
Whole world lean like it's a state test
I don't panic, I just did chess
You threaten me, I'll be in your country in an hour
In an hour, in and out an hour
Grown man, power
No keys, no knocks, I don't linger
Light still on, but the room feels stranger
Ghost mode, no trace, No sound, sound, sound
Same bed cold sweat when you turn around Pressure
Pressure pressure Bombs and bombs and bombs Ooh
Bombs Given up given up given up given up given up
Dollars and dollars and dollars, that's weight
Not street rich, does that ledger hate?
You count bricks like that's final form
I count commas, watch market storm
Then push poison through the cracks, call it trade
China ship dust, hide it in the waves
Mexico move it fast through broke-down lanes
Venezuela tax the route — dirty game
Chrome get loud, bricks get flipped
Dollar talk, make a whole plans shift
You flex heat, that's a local rush
I flex numbers, cities, hush
You threaten me, I'll be in your country
In an hour
In an hour, in an hour
Grow manpower
No keys, no knocks, I don't linger
Lights still on, but the room feels stranger
Ghost mode, no trace, no Sound, sound, sound
Same dead cold sweat when you turn around
Press, press, press, press
Bombs and bombs and bombs
In an hour, in an hour, in an hour
In an hour, in an hour, in an hour, in an hour
In and out of your cause, you threaten me
I'll be in your country, in and out
In and out, in and out, grown man, power
No keys, no knocks, I don't linger
Light's still on but the room feels stranger
Ghost mode, no tricks, no sound
Same board, new rules
You don't gotta love Donald Trump to get to the math
Power don't tweet, you move quiet
Yeah
Woo
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