Aka Clive Burrows - Clique lyrics

[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