J-REYEZ - Clique Remix (ft. Lydia Paek) | Текст песни

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• Clique Remix (ft. Lydia Paek)

(intro)
what of the dollar you murdered for
is that the one fighting for your soul
or your brother's the one that you're running from
but if you got money, fuck it, cause I want some

(chorus)
ain't nobody fucking with my
clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
ain't nobody fresher than my mothafuckin
clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
as I look around, they don't do it like my
clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
and all these bad bitches, man, they want the
they want the, they want the

(verse 1)
I'm talkin' Hangman, the Greedy Grin, and at the top you'll see me with
Tommy C, and shout to Lyddz, success I'm trying to get a piece of it
and Nu-Lite is that true life, and I'm trying to get my crew right
don't play games and don't push me, 'cause y'all mothafuckas at two strikes
I'ma just stay within my business, fuck an artist thats politicin'
I got this far with no assistance, go the distance, start to finish
certain odds that I'm trying to beat so the whole world sees I'm working hard
fuck the people that were involved 'cause you won't be there when the curtain calls
the show's over, you getting older, everybody then give you the shoulder
you go lower, can't stay sober, lose your life and it's all over
no publicist and I'm runnin' shit, I keep it real and I get busy
said I can't do it and it's so silly, but with the damn music I'ma make a milli

(verse 2)
slow it down, slow it down, so y'all idiots can understand
I've grown up, look at me now, damn I'm the fuckin' man
I just began, you fall down 'cause your dumb ass ain't got nothing planned
you're lukewarm and I'm hip hop, and I've been hot but not summer jam
I'm tired of these rappers that be singing R&B shit
I'm tired of these rappers who gossipin' who they sleep with
I ain't talking bout melodies, there's hip hop and there's R&B
(singing) don't start with me
y'all ain't bringin' hip hop back and y'all be singing, that's not rap
I get stronger, can't stop that, I set the bar like a squat rack
they questioning how far he goes, run the damn thing, it's good cardio
do this shit Daly gotta Carson flow, 'nother target yo, get the arsenal
couldn't afford to pay for videos so I became a director
I've been around the world, my passport should be a stamp collector
they said I couldn't make it and they hating but I'm smiling
and I'm stylin' bitch, ain't nobody fucking with my clique

(verse 3)
I'm feeling a little antsy, looking through all of the pantries
just hand me what I need now so I can hurry up with all of the planning
them thoughts driven in my brain, see I don't think y'all would understand me
pain inside and it's hurting me, an emergency with no crash landing
just falling down, bury ya six feet deep
no regret in me, I'm taking you down and now it's history
make you feel the heat, the feeling of burning inside
and we learned and we tried, and I yearned and decide, and now I'm burning the lies
need some of that gasoline, ah shit where the matches at
and it won't be quick and painless bitch, you need to react to that
you sitting and watching the dripping and dropping, your whole attire is soaked up
set the fire no hold up, and then bury your grave that's way below us
the light is ignited and sweating in seconds, a lesson to learn
it's better to burn, for the better or worst and my head doesn't turn and I set you right next to your journal
what you feeling right now ain't close to the inside, this is just the external
and karma's a bitch and that bitch is crazy, leave you with no one to turn to
have you felt the feeling of melting, nobody hears when you're screaming help me


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