[ Intro: Jin-Alva ]
This some OG sh** man
We got the wood creaking
We got the, pages flipping
Oh , I found it, let's do it
[ Verse 1 : Jin-Alva ]
Yo
Is it cliché? dropped outta school to be an artist
Is it cliché, that I don't know my father?
That I proposed to my girl then I lost her
That I turned out to be a monster
Is it cliché, that I want the billion?
That sometimes, yo I feel like a chameleon
They just talking the jazz, and they ain't feeling him
That, when I'll be gone, nobody filling in
Is it cliché, that I never gave up?
That a boi pa**ed dimes for the paper?
That a boi want the whole thousand acres
That, these muthaf**as will never break us
That forreal, the money could never make us
Made money, didn't know money would break trust
Is it cliché, I would always toke up?
Is it cliche, I started as a broke f**?
Is it cliché, that everybody know wa**up?
Is it cliché, that a boi be blowing up?
Is it cliché, that the f**ing road is tough?
Ain't no dead ends, only road blocks
[ Bridge : Jin-Alva ]
Only road blocks
Instructions easy, they're don't stop
No don't stop, keep going homie
Then you gon' pop
[ Verse 2 : Jin-Alva ]
Better play SUAVE at the funeral
Hell and heaven got shows , you know duty calls
I'll still be picking booty calls
Ha, I gotta chill, I got too involved
With all the money in the world, you could do it all
That's how I used to think
Always afraid that I would lose the brink
But with a pen in my hand, yo I will use the ink
Is it cliché, that I blame me?
Talking attention , they never payed me
Is it cliché, I rap about about bravery?
Is it cliché, that I had to save me?
If so ,well then I love it
TRIBE is boutta do a f**ing milli, no budget
Is it cliché, that they let the beat play?
Listen what Pete say, and then they replay