[HOOK]
Ain't nobody f**ing with my
(Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique)
Ain't nobody fresher than my motherf**ing
(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 b**hes, man, they want the
They want the, they want the
[Clive Burrows]
Click click click, pow
Not my crew what im talking bout
The sounds is of the co*king of Glocks
When I come knock em out
Saurkraut n***as bitter
Spitter till my molars pitter-patter scitter-scatter from this sicker sh**
Been ripping for you idiots. since encore
Encore. they want more
Out pouring this gold drippin
Smoking on Delores Taylor
Trippin hop, n***as kicking rocks. f**ing failures
We the best, f**ing wet
Make it sprinkle down from her dress
Curse in cursive, sailing west
Infest until you impressed with this yeezy finesse
Left wing ga**in, y'all conservative
Come in sharply with sharpie the verse is f**ing permanent
Sure to spit the type of sh** that make ya f**ing mental rip
Pencil relentless with penmanship
k**ing with no embellishment
Relish in hellish phonetic k**ing
Tell these n***as im willing
To get the script, flip the b**h
Get the rhetoric and wreck the b**h
Salute the f**ing pyramid scheme
Trade a scheme for some green
Now you look like a fiend
Fade a scheme for a dream
Now you lost all your team
Take the RV out my name that me
C.R.E.A.M
[Spectre]
Break records in Frederick, Ate breakfast at Checkers
No official girl, just a bunch of home wreckers
Lyrical attackers, The Inglorious Rappers
What the Circle did to Oldie, made 'em seem a little whacker
The definition, of, balling on a budget
Even when I'm falling, they can't touch it
They ain't even stalling the discussion
I take your call and then I crush it
You know how I do, hate everyone dude
Don't pull it out the blue, 8712
I use the same methods on you
You're nothing to me, just speck in my view
That goes for those in the second line too
The more things change, the more they stay the same
I'm in first place, you don't even play the game
I've got a weak, immune system cause I'm sick a lot
And people tell me that my clique is hot
But we ain't hot as the devil is
Maybe that's cause we're heaven-sent
Like Kweli, if he was relevant
But that don't mean, I don't represent
Now, hip hop was my first love
And as for flow, I got a surplus
We're Royalty, you should serve us
Come take a swing at the throne man, you're first up
We could k** it, till it, lasts a lifetime
Don't need the right rhyme
You'll feel it for some mic time
Turning heads like Nicki with some tights on
After this verse do I really make white songs?
I don't get it, how's it so ill
My clique's headed to the top and taking your deal
We don't small talk, we just do it big
FCL? oh no, not you again
[Hook]
Ain't nobody f**ing with my
(Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique)
Ain't nobody fresher than my motherf**ing
(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 b**hes, man, they want the
They want the, they want the