Clique

Ryan Scott-Clique [Ryan Scott Verse One] Give me that mic I'm feeling crispy tonight Got the batman in the left hand beer in the right Leave the speech for the best man my lyrical right Is to jot down all my energy then turn it to light Im that new kid like a new whip, got alotta people I'm cool with Came in the game a jello fello, made it better with coo whip Creative Rec, my kicks. New music, my shit Im tryna grab my talent by the horns like Mike did Pop off so knock off I give em' hell so Adolf This shit for me's a cakewalk, Pamela on Baywatch Imma tic tockin' time bomb, wrist watch my times on Flip floppin' shines on, I'm hip hop's new white son Im gone CHORUS I try to tell em' man, I try to tell em' I try to tell em' everyday you ain't messin' with the kid (Repeat 3X) [Ryan Scott Verse 2] See the problem with the game is People rearranged it Radio stations always playin' the same club shit How do people love this, one and done artists Comin' out with a whack single but it gets played regardless These youtube sensations, young kids out bankin' Parents taping kids the next day they're on Ellen Im pissed off Im yellin', crusades rebellion Type of flow to make heads spin Im sippin' on my medicine Crazy flow there he goes round and round a marry-go I bait in all my flows then I hook em', Rufio Cock back I'm Eastwood, so Western Mount Rushmore I break down that front door Imma swat team, blunt force Vodka attacking me feeling abnormal dystrophy Poppin' shots like there listerine so my words can be crispy clean I am sound fundamentally I could compete with Pistol Pete These rappers are little league, Im Cabrera the Triple 3 Im gone