ROSE CLIQUE

Yeah, yeah
 25/8 nigga, we do this shit ain't no breaks nigga
 Look at that shit
 I am the shit nigga, all that
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 Ayy, call me Young Nip C-Note, Rose Clicquot
 Talking to my girl while your bitch give me deep throat
 Shooting at the world, dog, 'cause life is just a free throw
 Shopping on rodeo in some dickies, that's my steelo
 Played out pussy, please don't offer me, no
 If sex was a weapon she could not kill my mosquito
 Little mama lost her grip pastrami around her pee hole
 Got too many miles baby that's a repo
 Shorty's in denial really trying to fuck with me though
 I'm way out your league so please excuse my ego
 Diamonds in my Cuban link my Rolex presidential
 Penthouses and beach homes, Perrier and Patrón
 Told you way before about this baller shit I be on
 Young Nipsey Hussle ain't some shit that you should sleep on
 Rich before rap, had to let the streets go
 Faith in my transition I know I'll be back in beast mode
 Catch a case, that's the tradition, either that or six believe no
 Still somehow I understood that I could make the seed grow
 And that one day that tree will bear fruit to feed my people
 That one day is upon us grab your fork its time to eat bro
 Slauson Ave he's so, rapper, CEO
 And if we're all actors I guess I'll be Al Pacino
 And it was all after when they thought I was finito
 Not my Valentino, it's what I got up my sleeve though
 LAX to JFK then on our way to Heathrow
 At the Pollo lounge in here sipping cappuccino spending pounds
 Every purchase man this feeling has no equal
 If you come from where I come from, it's rare that you see folk
 That did it like I did it but do it 'cause we need more
 Cuba Gooding Juniors kill 'em with that submarine flow
 Like every man I honor had to conquer Rob De Niro
 Like Ginger in Casino or that runway light in Heat
 That shadow in the grass when Vincent shot him off his feet
 In other words, life is just a fight against your disbelieves
 That's why I'm screaming I'm the greatest of all time like young Ali
 Play Mohammad to these false prophets in this industry
 But I'm just me, catch me cruising solo in my 2-seat B-E-N-Z
 Or at the Roosevelt with Rimpau smoking weed, TMZ
 Flashing lights like Kanye album number three but I'm gonna be
 From R.S.C. 'til the day I D-I-E, so I crank my beat and hit the gas on 'em
 (Gas on 'em, gas on 'em, gas on 'em)