Crystal Clear

Sup niggas? Man let's fuck around a little bit Let me get my phone, let me get my phone See what I got over here Do shit like this Population where I be is zero If there's a prison out there that can fit me I could stay, I'd copulate with her if she a C.O Long as she don't gossip, I get her saved by the bell You know that sloppy face, that's a crooked occupation I'm wearing a crooked Ferragamo belt I'm looking for Tatyana Ali, to get my jockey straight Man I'm glad I got sober, I was out here 'bout to marry all the bitches Plus the doctor said, I nearly almost did it Five-nine is underrated, that's such an understatement Fuck, man I might as well bury all the critics Instead of buying chains, I'd rather buy a chain of WingStops Don't compare me to these lames, please stop I shoot up their venue, with a metaphor about myself The marque say the name, the name make the marque pop Blocka-blocka player listen here, I ain't here to play no games with you Outting your career, like a meniscus tear I'm the same nickel, tryna change little All I did was stop drinking, that's when I found out I was rich in spirit I don't got too many memories of this industry, just bits and pieces Of beef and me driving my whip impaired, like (Skurr!) Decisions, decisions, being made by the best ever Respect the lyrics of the BMW stretch 7, the choice is yours We just formed a new brotherhood called the, "Cut you off for nothing" crew And yes we open the road with less brethren When Statik Selektah decided he gon' let you have it Call me for a verse, you'll have to call to payphone the church And when it ring, I'll probably let the reverend grab it Like "Aye, tell him last time, Black Thought killed me man" Real niggas doing real shit this year Ain't shit change but the different spaceships to steer It ain't a real bitch alive who can resist this here Even fakes could see this real here, crystal clear Yeah, real niggas doing real shit this year Pop off, it don't mean that you won the fight It just mean that you in the fight, probably don't even wanna fight You swinging at the fire, last nigga violating got invited to a bottle bash with us You in the bitter denial, thinking we won't link with you I tint the window on the Lincoln too, do the linking to all you "link in the bio" ass niggas And I may even hire hitters, trade your last tweeting for your last beating Get them bad people to smoke everything living in the name of your fire ass Twitter The wolves got my back right, and we glad y'all shining Let me repeat, we glad y'all shining But this year, we got the softest group of artists in the history of Blues, R&B, Soul For y'all to be so willing to be so blast off honest We're Black pride, I'm astonished, I'm a full contact guy in the flag Ball climbing, it ain't a nigga from this era as resilient as me I made a whole career off survival for millions to see A nigga with a bottle, some will and some brilliance Some beats for fulfillment, some children for peace I spent at least ten years drunk, tryna do the impossible Which is try to walk on water and not sink And that's when I experienced the deep, that's something that I won't forget Now I can lead millions to see while I'm soaking wet God made y'all in image of SpongeBob so I gotta ask y'all, did it soak in yet? I'm the top dog and without the SZA I split up the spitters I feel like I'm Kendrick, we need the control cause I'm heartless My soul beside ain't all the way took over I'm searching for artists to destroy to fill the void in my hollow trophy chest But that's fam, not associates, I'm so focused that Last night, swear to God I had a dream that I told Beyoncé "no" Yes, no BS, tryna go to war with me is like messing with the Soviets The lesson here is loud and clear You wrestle with the stove while the stove is lit You'll hug your way to hell but you ain't holding shit Real niggas doing real shit this year Ain't shit change but the different spaceships to steer It ain't a real bitch alive who can resist this here Even fakes could see this real here, crystal clear Real niggas doing real shit this year