Clique

[Intro: J. Logan] What of the dollar you murdered for? Is that the one fighting for your soul? Or your brother's the one that you're running from? But if you got money, fuck it, cause I want some [Hook: J. Logan] Ain't nobody fucking with my clique Clique, clique, clique, clique Ain't nobody fresher than my motherfucking clique Clique, clique, clique, clique As I look around, they don't do it like my clique Clique, clique, clique, clique And all these bad bitches, man, they want the They want the, they want the [Verse 1: Jay-Kay] Whole squad running through, I know you heard of us We pack gats and all stay strapped because we murderers You can't shoot back if Kay the one that's fucking busting first Leave you in the dirt, that's just how I motherfucking work I write down my wrongs and take a right after I left you hurt Don't think about it, it's complicated, it requires perks We the fucking runners of the game, you wearing chacos I need a bad bitch, A$AP, call me Flacko I will light you up with the matic of an auto In love with the coco like my name was Maco O.G., you know me, fucks with hoes and smokes weed They blow me, I blow trees, ain't fucking with my homies I promise [Bridge: Sheppard] Clique, clique, clique, cl- Is this what I'm supposed to be doing? I just say, "Clique," over and over again? Are you- Are you sure this is what I'm- I- I- I don't- I don't even know what's happening anymore. I just- I just- Do I just ramble on for the next, like... I just say, "Clique," for like, the next, uh, minute or so? I don't- I don't- I don't even know [Verse 2: Sheppard] Hey, yeah, it's me again, white boy tryin'a play pretend Spit some shit like I don't know, maybe to Gambino flow Hah, motherfucker, you thought I would Wait, motherfucker, you think I should? Nah, he's the worst kind of guy, I'm the god who will survive I don't know, I don't care, got problems right now with my hair Stop me on some gay shit, keep me down so I don't get hit I'm just trying to survive, take my eyes and leave me blind I'm just tryin'a live and learn, make mistakes of all the time You know me, white kid with the skinny jeans Got a lot of people tryin'a copy, lotta Mini-Me's Speaking of these Mini-Me's, you not talking 'bout my feet Can you take a look at these? Shits don't come out till next week (Yeah) I went in, now it's time to pull out, you don't ever go nowhere by sitting on the couch All my shit is legendary, all you others are hella square-y I will leave you lost like Gary if you fucking with my clique [Hook] [Break: J. Logan] Wait, wait, wait, stop, wait, hold off! This is my mixtape. *Gun Cocks* [Verse 3: J. Logan] Killing this shit's my addiction Now, watch me have a relapse I'm 'bout reach out and grab you And hang by a tree branch No matter how hard you try to Nothing can stop this nigga The hip hop sniper come suck this piper Inhale my trigger Now, watch as I deliver Some truly shocking shit I built my skill from the bottom Tier and no copying this One of a kind Hella unique with this Memphis shit I'm quick to give yo ass what you need With this Memphis shit Lemme tell you something This fat nigga, this black nigga This 'bout to take over expose the wack nigga He never ever wants to wants to hear his name inside your fucking mouth Unless it's something like complete legends your talking 'bout But hey, what the fuck do I got to prove? You heard the tape You felt my soul Bitch, I'm living proof When things get hard, you get harder Don't let them stop you regardless Of what they say you got heart You push it 'til that bitch stops The way I spit is so arrogant I'm the best in America Stop the search, know you hearing the The sound in speakers that's blaring Now the end is apparent You should go tell a parent That who you're hearing is Jaren And I'm giving you fairness All I need is a pair Of hedge clippers So I can trim the time And cut out This exp-air-iment