Death of the Clique Lyrics

This is the only time I'm gonna let you motherfuckers breathe

I swear this wouldn't happen if jealousy ain't exist

They call for death of the bachelor, I said fuck the whole clique

It's a right of passage as a man when homies turn bitch

I might be throwing fists but I ain't ever loading up clips

Over loose lips, producing gibberish on the kid

If we all got talent, then why would I hold hands and babysit

When we could network and I don't know, maybe actually go legit

Like holy shit, let's all admit

That's an idea to run with quick

But wait a minute

Bummy motherfuckers want a payment

Even though he used to beg us to rap inside his basement

Like how we going global trapped doing these shows local

And both of y'all antisocial, I'm acting like I don't know you

What y'all need to do is get up off my dick, go chase a pay stub

Fuck, I look like taking fake slugs from you fake thugs

Wearing fake buffs just so you can frame your face up

Y'all bitch made, I'm a dying breed, you can't hang with us

Closest way to get to God is me or off of angel dust

Want to test your luck well ten upper cuts just for trying to stunt

Little runt

Proper one-on-one and I would fuck you up

Loser chump

Leave your body slumped, all without the pump

Pussy punk

Even bitches gave it up to Forrest Gump, what's your excuse

I ain't even give half a fuck to think what you would do

Rapping like I'm 50 no, I'm acting like I'm bulletproof

I might have to meet y'all soon if you don't think your pulling through

Cause old homies wanna hoe me

There's bitches I'd rather blow me

I wouldn't say that I'm lucky, just know that they'll never touch me

The flow is ugly, disgusting, and don't y'all ever discuss me

Unless I'm given permission, the subject is getting touchy

Highly underrated, yet still everybody's favorite

Stop flexing, it's all the same shit

They think that I'm acting famous

Oh homie, I'll show you famous

Go hand your mama the stainless

And point me out as the plaintiff

I'll wave and grin at arraignments

Cause you all up in my DMs saying you hoping that I crash

Aye lil bro, you ain't mad at me, you mad at your dad

You just mad cause you been looking at this life that you can't have

It's okay, I'll think about you every time I'm in my bag

For every time I pop a tag, oh, that little chain you have

I won't lie, it's worth a laugh, not even a snatch and grab

I would feel really bad and probably wanna give it back

And this the exact reason why you never wanna fuck with Shaft