CLEAR CUT Lyrics

Wise words from a cold man

Keep ya circle small cuz for da family them four's blam

We been outside we ain't never switch the program

Since back when nan made us stop arguing and hold hands

They call me burn I play with fire cuz bout bout it

Don't check for me Nigga check for yo account balance

Last of the calm real niggas never out wylin

These new niggas just popular, without talent

I hate the club cuz Niggas rile you up

Watching niggas play tough in fake shines and such

Shake my hand before I think you tryna line up

But shit they paying for appearance fuck it sign me up

So many diamonds in the Rollie you think time is stuck

Can't even see the time

It's not clear cut, I gotta read between lines nigga

The flow is fine wine, it gets better every time

I'm in niemans doing numbers like Nelly is his prime

Might do the gucci bucket

The red with green

Cherry and a lime

Forever get what's mine

You niggas might be steppin but it ain't heavier than mine

Boy I Stomp shit

Like Kirk Franklin in the pulpit

Real men talk and put money over bullshit

Niggas name they top five I'm like yea that's cool shit

But I'm top five outside give a fuck about ya lil list

Who the fuck would wanna war with me

My pockets ain't too shabby and my trees look like coral leef

Be about paper in yo conversation

Shout to coach oh we ain't just winning this shit domination

Rose Classic

Putting up numbers on niggas man