[Verse 1: CLVS]
My ancestors in the field with a grimace
Callous hands with the forehead drippin'
Yo I must be trippin' cause all I worry about is a field goal percentage
Slam dunks like Blake Griffin
Cause we all got dreams of Ballin'
Chasing after rings like I'm sonic
Now I'm on it
I'm too clean with the phonics
Chase shots with hydroponics
Gin and tonics paired with sacks of the chronic
Just to flavor rhymes like garlic
Your boy got the sauce color scarlet
Don't get phased
Harlots turn to starlets in my embrace
Give them the highlife for a quick taste
Just enough to bump my ish for a few days
No I don't pay, I ain't feedin purses
Hoping I can make another purchase
Dream of chopping blades on the excursion
I keep it 300 so I'm looking for a Persian
Go ahead and hate cause I'm over here workin'
Trying to make it big before I see them curtains
Beat up beats they might charge me with battery
Yeah, I spit like dope fill all my cavities
Now I'm bussin like sacks in a drug mule
I been crazy, you jacka**es just drug fueled
You don't wanna feud with Clovis(CLVS)
Survey says that I'm backed by the EOP
Enemies of the people
Slank hit you with that one-two words way too lethal
Stepping to the pit don't be barking like a beagle
Leave you lifeless without the desert eagle
We too nice, wait a second, we too mean
Ain't tripping off the threads and the seams
We just running through the game like Mariota in Eugene
Yeah, Mariota in Eugene
I must say I'd partake in a parlay
If the odds against me then I'm taking me all day
Don't think I just spray
Saturday night's live shouts to Tina Fey
They say crime pays so I guess I'll stay broke
Repping H-Town till the day that I croak
[Shout outs: CLVS]
Shouts out to the EOP
I see you slank
What up Q
Dirt
I got you Stew