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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cypher Clique
Cypher Clique
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malik Jamal Montgomery
Malik Jamal Montgomery
Songwriter
Michael Thomas Jr
Michael Thomas Jr
Songwriter
Jamal James
Jamal James
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jamal James
Jamal James
Producer

Lyrics

And when you're in it you can't see it If you want it you gotta be it Never settle for less, we know this life is a test Notice when a mess is a mess Notice when the stress start to stretch The truth don't lie, the root of pride Is in the heart of a lion a king, a messiah, leading away But leave it to pussy, and it'll leave you a stray And you know you gotta chase the bank Around the city, Americans Express it so well But credit equal debt up in hell And it'll burn a whole in your pocket if you letting it dwell I'm wishing you well, cause I just got the mac back Thought I'd never see it again like it was Snapchat Or wearing cameo shorts with a snap back, my streak continues I snap back me in a new suit it's Jimmy Choo I'm visual and literal, for real Kill that show then I hit the lobby Turn up tracks cause I'm riding shotty Pop hot shit, I might get the body, body Yo, oh, oh, oh Kill that show then I hit the lobby Turn up tracks cause I'm riding shotty Pop hot shit, I might get the body, body Yo, oh, oh, oh Uh, why finesse when it's god given? Beyond driven, something like Solange kicking For sleeping on a nigga, better grab couches I brought change to every corner like black houses All these fake ass kings, I see y'all lack spouses Hanging with them rats, bunch of lab mouses If paper ain't involved, skip the conversation Until you pastor profit call it congregation Sitting back relaxing while I'm balling like the Pac 10 They rushing to the front, once they paying us the backend Bout to pack my shit and go, probably for some months Beat blast, kick loud you'd think a body in the trunk Try to stop me if you want, this clutch player is too elite It ain't bout the money I'm sorry that shit ain't moving me Legendary moments, they discuss my rhymes Like geese on skates, got my ducks inline Kill that show then I hit the lobby Turn up tracks cause I'm riding shotty Pop hot shit, I might get the body, body Yo, oh, oh, oh Kill that show then I hit the lobby Turn up tracks cause I'm riding shotty Pop hot shit, I might get the body, body Yo, oh, oh, oh Kill that show then I hit the lobby Turn up tracks cause I'm riding shotty Turn up shit cause I want Bacardi, Cardi Yo, yo, oh Kill that shit cause I wanna party Pop hot shit, now I'm in the lobby Turn up shit, I just wanna party, party Yo, yo, oh
Writer(s): Jamal James, Daryl James, Michael Thomas, Malik Montgomery Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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