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von Clavish

(Simon Crisp)

Uh, in public without my shooter, that′s a slippy move

Put them gang signs down, you're nearly fifty-two
They think I′m being rude, I'm probably just not in the mood

That's for the guys that want a feature or an interview

I lost my nigga to the streets, that had me drippin′ tears
My favorite picture of him tatted on me ′cause I miss him bare

The other day, someone asked me what's my biggest fear

Opening up to someone that don′t even care
Tryna find a shush so the neighbors, they won't even hear
Couple K on Js, I after twice, I won′t even wear
When I get good news, more time, I ain't finna share
You′re watching out for evil eye, I'm watching out for evil ears
Big homie, that's my evil twin, steppin′ time, it′s me and him
Civilians around me, I just hope they did not see a thing
I trust you, but the trust is thin, I hustle, but without the link
I done it, but without the cling, I'm running to them thousands quick
Shit, pretty girls, I know how they lie

I know the color for real, I see it wet, I know how it dries


Big Bs, nigga, please, I know how it drives
Them other guys only drive them cars in Dubai
Naughty youngins out late with their big jookas
I′m a big deal, I need the watch with the big boogers
Used to eat out with two-twos, now, it's big cookers
She tryna push me into her, but I′m a pullers
I don't clout chase on social media to stay relevant
The streets ain′t for everyone, that's why they made the curbs
I should've been scared, but getting shot at gave me adrenaline
I dropped out shh ′cause that nigga′s too feminine

Last night, S had a show, he was shelling it
The trap house stinks, if I could, I'd give it peppermint
They got me in the station talkin′ 'bout evidence
They say they know everything, but I ain′t saying anything

Nonchalant with it 'cause it′s something that I never did
Patek, Dweller, Cartiers, the Stokey youths, we never lit
My little cousin caught a food case, he wants me to tell him

Every little thing about jail 'cause he's never been
Mention my name if you′re talking ′bout drillin'
Mention Columbias too if you′re talking 'bout killin′
Yo, you talk a good game, but don't go on no mission
I′m with a young one and he don't mind going to prison
And I get money, so that make them hate me more
You bought her flowers for the fourteenth
My dick was in her face three days before


Jail niggas phone my phone sayin' I can′t wait to talk
Got a couple scores to settle, so I can′t wait to score
And you're never on your job, coming like you hate your chores
Destined to be a star from the day that I was born
When I was broke, I would′ve sucked you for a baby and a four
Got your baby tryna suck me, going crazy 'til the morn′

In public without my shooter, that's a slippy move
Put them gang signs down, you′re nearly fifty-two
They think I'm being rude, I'm probably just not in the mood
That′s for the guys that want a feature or an interview