Hanley is signed to Top Dawg Entertainment and is a member of Black Hippy along with Jay Rock, Kendrick Lamar and Ab-Soul.
In 2008, ScHoolboy Q released his first mixtape titled, ScHoolboy Turned Hustla and followed up in 2009 with Gangsta & Soul. In 2011, he finally released his first album titled, Setbacks. Later ScHoolboy Q released his sophomore album titled, Oxymoron in early 2014, followed by Blank Face LP in 2016. Oxymoron was also nominated for Rap Album of The Year.
Tick Tock
ScHoolboy Q Lyrics
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This is for my niggas on
The Fig Fig block-block
51st street down on Ver-ver-mont-mont
Busta ass niggas get their shit-shit pop-pop
Hey hey
9 hours passed, stuck in the ground
Creeping, hiding from the cops your squeek
Tried to shake 'em off 'til
Them siren lights blink
Floyd bailed me out so I'm out the next week
Put my tail on the beat then
I'm back to the streets
Black Chuck's astro, being fly as can be
My gun in my reach, beef ready to feast
And the lyrics like a priest
They ready to preach i continue on the saga
Keep my lady friends on Prada
Hoes never liked to bother
Now they beg for the ménage
Flow so proper, get the buzz like Vodka
Got her to the crib
Better dub then I knock her
Death before dishonor
My loyalty in marijuana
Puff puff pass, get your mind of the drama
Try to stay away from snitches
Grimey hoes and bitches
Good girls to misses, let's enjoy the riches
Yo, I'm raising the tempo, it get sicker
Write you up a 16 now for her coke pictures
Reminiscing of all times I fall liquor
Say they bomb first, but nigga I bomb quicker
This rap shit a passion
I mix it with the fashion
Snipe a nigga from the booth
Q a rap assassin
Serve her, got a new bitch, half Persian
Still got a shoe fetish, gotta stay splurging
Corner block serving, watch for the suburbans
Local street terrorist and never
Wore a turban
West is back at it, spit my tack at it
To get my point across
Predicting who be the boss
Never take a loss because of the nina ross
Demand your respect, put hands to your chest
Boom blam, won't jam when I blam at your neck
Real talk, my spit hot saliva when it inject
The lyrics to ScHoolboy Q's "Tick Tock" speak about his life in the streets, his loyalty and his passion for rap. In the chorus, he repeats "tick tick, tock tock" which represents time passing, adding to the underlying theme of how quickly time flies in their world. He mentions where he's from, "The Fig Fig block-block", which is in Los Angeles. He also references how he's been held down for nine hours, hiding from the cops and worrying about getting caught. However, he's also able to celebrate life a bit, referencing how he's able to "enjoy the riches" and hang out with his "lady friends on Prada".
The song speaks of the grittiness and struggles of the streets, but also has a certain sense of camaraderie and respect. He mentions how he avoids "snitches, grimey hoes and bitches", but also acknowledges how he has a newfound respect from these women as he now is able to enjoy threesomes with them. The lyrics also take some time to speak about his passion for rap, mixing it with fashion and how it is a form of expression for his life story in the streets.
Line by Line Meaning
Tick tick, tock tock
Time is running out and getting closer
This is for my niggas on
This song is dedicated to my friends on
The Fig Fig block-block
A specific block in my neighborhood
51st street down on Ver-ver-mont-mont
A specific location in my neighborhood
Busta ass niggas get their shit-shit pop-pop
People who disrespect me will get what's coming to them
Hey hey
Expression of satisfaction or greeting
9 hours passed, stuck in the ground
I spent a lot of time locked up
Still eat
I'm still alive and doing well
Creeping, hiding from the cops your squeek
I had to be sneaky to avoid getting caught by the police
Tried to shake 'em off 'til
I attempted to lose them
Them siren lights blink
The lights on the cop car indicate they are pursuing me
Floyd bailed me out so I'm out the next week
My friend bailed me out of jail so I'm free soon
Put my tail on the beat then
I got back to making music
I'm back to the streets
I'm back living my life in the neighborhood
Black Chuck's astro, being fly as can be
I'm wearing nice shoes and feeling good
My gun in my reach, beef ready to feast
I have my gun ready in case there's trouble
And the lyrics like a priest
My rap is like preaching
They ready to preach i continue on the saga
My stories and experiences will continue in my music
Keep my lady friends on Prada
I have high class female friends
Hoes never liked to bother
Women who only like me for my success don't interest me
Now they beg for the ménage
Now they want to participate in a threesome with me
Flow so proper, get the buzz like Vodka
My rapping style is great and generates attention
Got her to the crib
I took her home
Better dub then I knock her
I had sex with her
Death before dishonor
I value loyalty more than anything
My loyalty in marijuana
I'm loyal to my drug of choice
Puff puff pass, get your mind of the drama
Smoke weed and relax
Try to stay away from snitches
Avoid people who are willing to betray you
Grimey hoes and bitches
Disrespectful and dishonest women
Good girls to misses, let's enjoy the riches
Appreciate the faithful and honest women and enjoy our success
Yo, I'm raising the tempo, it get sicker
I'm increasing the speed and intensity of my rap
Write you up a 16 now for her coke pictures
I'll write a song verse about her drug use
Reminiscing of all times I fall liquor
Reflecting on past drunken experiences
Say they bomb first, but nigga I bomb quicker
Others may start trouble first, but I can react faster
This rap shit a passion
Rapping is my passion
I mix it with the fashion
I blend my style with fashion
Snipe a nigga from the booth
I can eliminate my enemies through my music
Q a rap assassin
I'm a skilled rapper
Serve her, got a new bitch, half Persian
I'm dating a woman who is half Persian
Still got a shoe fetish, gotta stay splurging
I still love shoes and like to spend money on them
Corner block serving, watch for the suburbans
I sell drugs on the corner and need to be aware of police cars
Local street terrorist and never
I'm known as a dangerous person in the neighborhood and never
Wore a turban
I'm not affiliated with any organized group
West is back at it, spit my tack at it
I'm representing the West coast and make great music
To get my point across
I want my message to be clear
Predicting who be the boss
I'm confident in myself and know I'll be on top
Never take a loss because of the nina ross
I'll never be defeated because of my gun
Demand your respect, put hands to your chest
I'll make sure people respect me and my authority
Boom blam, won't jam when I blam at your neck
My gun won't misfire when I shoot at someone's neck
Real talk, my spit hot saliva when it inject
I'm speaking honestly and confidently in my music
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@jarrelljefferson1446
One Of My Favorite Schoolboy Tracks Ever !
@MrKidddolo
Schoolboy Q killed this shit!!
@UNCLEBILLYTEE
This beat smooth! Wow
@SickSourMusic
Haha you are my fucking hero. Thanks man
@8.5.edibles
Alchemist need to link back up w Q do something classic like this. Not hating on break the bank sick joint but this shit w a torch and nail is straight blue flame
@kingplayboyslice
Throwback🔥🔥
@cocoa9270
It just blows my mind to hear this song because oxymorn just came out Q is really eatin and I just hear this wow Q has changed
@yourlocalniqqa2260
Yo man how you feel about blank face & crash talk
@younggun05
True West Coast beat
@CarolibbeanPoV
I fuck with Q more than anybody else in TDE on the trill.