[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
