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Infect Corp Cypha 2-Clique
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Credits

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

Lyrics

Dead presidents, dead residents Dilated ppl you ain't even see my evidence And baby girl it's evident I run with Methodist And Mary J in moonlight I light then annihilated it Hearing that you trynna make it. I think it's nonsense Niggas want plaques off the rap for the flossing Fuck you. It's fuck them. And new whores I kill tracks, they're chalked out like school boards A pure artist, every record is flawless Bars to the bridges, number #1 with the chorus Cautious, got reps setting up a caucus And may get signed with the stars, I'm a Taurus All these one up niggas who luv to brag and floss Them niggas have a boss, lifestyle's albatross Steady yapping off, while we getting stacks n calls Jobs come easy, might as well work for Machintosh He still walking with my shorty I'll still sip on the brown but no 40 I'm still trippin but it's alright I still listen but it's alright, I said it's alright He still walking with my shorty I'm still running around with nobodies I'm still trippin but it's alright, I still listen so it's alright I mean it's alright Traveling domestic with women that are foreign Y'all locked in your zone? Guaranteed I'm still scoring Moving international we're airport touring Chill before it could gets ugly like Air Force Jordans Catch me in Colombia and then I'm still recording Feeling so important I can really make a fortune All the shit that I did I'm a legend can't deny it We're dropping every season y'all stuck on the pilot So ya might as well binge Broads come to me quick, I don't do hinge The way I run game, trust I will never clinch Stay around green, while y'all dudes getting pinched Hope you fools don't flinch Since 3 feet high, had soul, word to Trugoy Jay been a top dawg, ever since a schoolboy Got it all and then some, yeah dead son And I sip sorrel, while ya quarrels call it red rum He's still running with my shorty I'll still sip on the brown but no 40s Still trippin but it's alright I'm still sippin' so it's alright, I mean it's alright He still walking with my shorty I still listen to Drake, I'm no 40 I'm still trippin but it's alright, I still sippin' so it's alright I said it's alright
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