[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