Rose Clique

Yeah, yeah 25/8 nigga, we do this shit ain't no breaks nigga Look at that shit I am the shit nigga, all that Ayy, call me Young Nip C-Note, Rose Clicquot Talking to my girl while your bitch give me deep throat Shooting at the world, dog, 'cause life is just a free throw Shopping on rodeo in some dickies, that's my steelo Played out pussy, please don't offer me, no If sex was a weapon she could not kill my mosquito Little mama lost her grip pastrami around her pee hole Got too many miles baby that's a repo Shorty's in denial really trying to fuck with me though I'm way out your league so please excuse my ego Diamonds in my Cuban link my Rolex presidential Penthouses and beach homes, Perrier and Patrón Told you way before about this baller shit I be on Young Nipsey Hussle ain't some shit that you should sleep on Rich before rap, had to let the streets go Faith in my transition I know I'll be back in beast mode Catch a case, that's the tradition, either that or six believe no Still somehow I understood that I could make the seed grow And that one day that tree will bear fruit to feed my people That one day is upon us grab your fork its time to eat bro Slauson Ave he's so, rapper, CEO And if we're all actors I guess I'll be Al Pacino And it was all after when they thought I was finito Not my Valentino, it's what I got up my sleeve though LAX to JFK then on our way to Heathrow At the Pollo lounge in here sipping cappuccino spending pounds Every purchase man this feeling has no equal If you come from where I come from, it's rare that you see folk That did it like I did it but do it 'cause we need more Cuba Gooding Juniors kill 'em with that submarine flow Like every man I honor had to conquer Rob De Niro Like Ginger in Casino or that runway light in Heat That shadow in the grass when Vincent shot him off his feet In other words, life is just a fight against your disbelieves That's why I'm screaming I'm the greatest of all time like young Ali Play Mohammad to these false prophets in this industry But I'm just me, catch me cruising solo in my 2-seat B-E-N-Z Or at the Roosevelt with Rimpau smoking weed, TMZ Flashing lights like Kanye album number three but I'm gonna be From R.S.C. 'til the day I D-I-E, so I crank my beat and hit the gas on 'em (Gas on 'em, gas on 'em, gas on 'em)