Clerk

[Verse 1] I'm a crown-fried chicken nigga Grew up on the block, I'm the bomb, but bigga These shottas better come getta My eyes is the barrel, my lips is the trigger Told my moms to stay off my twitter Range in the driveway, copped from the dealer Now you a believer and overachiever A bum nigga eater Don't you see what I do? I'm handing back the menu I'm snappin my fingers, hey you Lead me to the back when I come through I don't give a fuck about the dress code I'm Depeche Mode, boys say go Give a good show, I'm the velvet rope But slippery slope back to me On team pretty, Philly chapter Don't get clapped up I'mma laugh if you get popped up Cause I told you not to come through If you was just gonna make 'em up You a fuck boy, I'm a real nigga Never play coy, I'm a dreamcast I'm the game, boy I'm classy [Hook]x2 Watch me work, damn I serve Wavy like the surf I'm a pastor, I'm a priest, I'm a clerk Watch me work, damn I serve Wavy like the surf I'm a pastor, I'm a priest, I'm a clerk (get em) [Verse 2] Step onto my farm, bitch You could eat the produce cause I'm honest, organic That real shit, dogmatic I self-actualize at the blink of an eye Stare too hard and your retina will fry I'm a stand-up guy, like samurai Actin like I'm not your type All around the world, yes I get it I'm on the riviera standing on a jetty Where my niggas and my bitches from Philly Come around cause you know I'm friendly I'm Quaker B, simplicity Get into me Niggas on my chalk don't watch me, watch tv But I'll be there too [Hook]x3 [Outro] Wavy like the surf Now just watch me