World Famous DJ Clue.. Desert Storm
The Kid Loso… Welcome to Friday Night Freestyle Baby
We turning up for the Streets… This that Hall of Fame flow baby
Stop Playing.. (Lets Go)
Yea kid mobbin’ with the gods… (Clue)
Uh huh, Uh huh we like it
Yea Kid mobbin’ with the gods
You don’t want no problem with the gods
Verse 1:
Look I talk it cause I live it, stand on my own pivot
I don’t need your credit, and you ain’t got it to give it
All I do is phil up banks, aunt viv it
Drink Belaire Champane and Club Liv it
I come from the era where you really had to live it
Couldn’t say you Bentley, you’re really a Honda civic
Every thing you said painted pictures so vivid
So when I talk clippers, know that i can Doc Riv it (swish)
Big man, pace your self like Roy Hibbert
You feel froggy than leap, stop all the ribbits
I pop up at your crib and cats lookin’ like xzibit
Box braids and mean mugs, I mean thugs
Type you would merge with on some purge sh*t
“Put in Work†“ASAPâ€, on some “Ferg†sh*t
My homies said “n*ggas just tryna wave surf you
Tryna jump aboard the wave you gave birth throughâ€
All these n*ggas late and want me to waive curfew
Talkin’ like they shooters when they wouldn’t spray perfume
They know who the hell I be, I’m L-I-T
I pa** one to French like “c’est la vieâ€
Ju L-I-E, stay off the L-I-E
The 2 Chains made a single no L-I-E (Truu)
I mean I don’t care what her man says
He better come “Aaronâ€(airing) like Hernadez
Or you gon’ hear that ‘Braat’ like Birdman says
Leave him hanging out his helmet, Richard Sherman Dreads
See, I hit shorty like I need that bouquet
Her man hit me back like “you need some WHO cake?â€
I text him right back like “you heard that new Drake?
You know that if you reading this it’s TOO LATEâ€
See you ain’t offending me
It ain’t like you ain’t heard son is fly as Kennedy (JFK)
Riding in the six, got alot of enemies
Alot of people tryna drain me of the energy
I know how it be, You know me from Brevoort
Used to call me “Sportâ€, Now it’s Resorts
Boats and sea ports, Foreign v’s bought
Stamps and p-port, bunch of b*tches in them Ms. Parker jean shorts
Mami got some head that’ll stop a deport
Throat game have me stuck, call it deep thought
But watch where you kick it
You park in the wrong spot, you know you’ll get a ticket
All of that tough talk, and now the sh*t is crickets
Be alot of places where these n*ggas can’t visit
They think yo mans missin’
(“I been around†hook chant)
(Fabolous ranting)
I been around the world n*gga..
I been around your girl too
Stop callin my muthaf*ckin phone talkin bout who this?
Deez NUTS! GOT EM! Hahahaa… GGOT EM!
(DJ Clue)
DJ Clue… Desert Storm…
Street Fam… I told ya’ll…
(Fabolous ranting)
Don’t let me catch you in the wrong spot n*gga
Dem boys gon give you a ticket
Tryna take the waaave from a n*gga
(DJ Clue ranting)
We ain’t done yet
Ya’ll n*ggas is sleeping at the wheel
We on auto pilot