Clichè

Tired of this same old cliché

Bullshit these motherfuckers on the same wave

I don't really give a fuck about your new shit

Lil homie, me and you, isn't on the same page

All you wanna talk about, what you wanna talk about

All that gangsta shit that you do

I ain't tryna hear about, don't wanna hear about

Cause like half of that shit isn't true

I'ma do me, I'ma stack up my cheese

If you ain't like me, you ain't tryna get rich

I'ma get this, I'ma stack up my chips

I'ma dip my chip in the guacamole

You don't want beef, you a ravioli

I can't give shit if I ain't got it on me

Fuck the police and fuck all your homies

You pussies can sleep when you dead and gone

And I'm out of my mind

I ain't gotta commit a crime alone

Homies gon' run up for mine

I just be chillin' and rappin' and smokin' and shit

Got bad bitches blowin' my mind

Cause I'm on the grind, I'm tryna shine

Finna blow up and then bout to rewind

I'm makin' this money and all of these bitches

Falling in love with me all of the time

Tired of the same ole cliché bullshit

All of these motherfuckers on the same wave

I don't really give a fuck about your new shit, lil' homie

Me and you isn't on the same page

All you wanna talk about what you wanna talk about

All of the gangsta shit that you do

I ain't tryna hear about, don't wanna hear about

Cause like half of that shit isn't true

Tired of the same ole cliché bullshit

These motherfuckers on the same wave

I don't really give a fuck about your new shit, lil' homie

Me and you isn't on the same page

All you wanna talk about what you wanna talk about

All of the gangster shit that you do

I ain't tryna hear about, don't wanna hear about

Cause like half of that shit isn't true

Yeah, all of that shit that you said and you did

Kinda sound like a fib to me

Sounded like you want some enemies

You sound like you'd fuck up your energy

I don't need to brag when I know that he fibbin

He said that he tucked up, no, we get it

Said that he fucked up, man, we get it

I just been locked up in this city

I'm gettin' sucked up by your bitty

They talkin' like I hadn't did it before

Like I never been set up, I never been hit for a lick

For the cheddar, I don't need to tell you to show you

I'm solid, protected by God

Don't need to rap about that dirt that I cleaned from my hands

So I did it, should never be put on a song

Like you'll incriminate me just to sound like I'm hard

Steady testin' your luck till they pull in your card

The streets don't lie, but the rap do

That's why I won't trust what a cap do

Tryna come sideways with me, like, who that

I'ma laugh when he say, oh, I do that, no way

I know your mama, I know you got no case

He wanna pop up, then he gon' relocate

What you said sound cliche

Don't be lyin' to me, try and tell me that you at Street Made

Tired of that same old cliche

Bullshit, these motherfuckers on the same wave

I don't really give a fuck about your new shit, lil' homie

Me and you isn't on the same page

All you wanna talk about, what you wanna talk about

All of the gangster shit that you do

I ain't tryna hear about, don't wanna hear about

Cause, like, half of that shit isn't true

Talk of the town, if my name come up in discussion

I'm the realest around, can't shut me out

This shit is unexpected, like a nigga in your house unannounced

Tired of these snake-ass, bitch-ass, hoe-ass niggas

Play friendly in my face

Fuck all that he say, she say

Same-ass downplay, if you ain't see it, stay out the way

Yeah, I've been peepin' out

All that they talk about is that bullshit that's untrue

But when they see me out, all that they talk about is like

X, you keep makin' moves

Niggas can't fuck with my trivia

Need six feet, I don't need your bacteria

She could ride the dick, I told her, bitch, you better giddy up

Legendary nigga still playin' they stereo

Told him I am serious, got him all delirious

These niggas pussy told him, get up off your period

Shit just popped molly, feelin' great like euphoria

And I ain't got to talk, she just lick it up

Got to the pin into the party, where we meetin' up

Demons, they creepin' up, gotta keep the speed up

So I pop an addy, make sure that it keeps me up

You not with the trophy gang, didn't meet the criteria

We stay teamin' up, shit is really sneakin' up

I'm heatin' up, called up, Scottie told him, beam me up

Fuck all that cliche say shit

This is that shit we been dreamin' of

Tell me, can you keep up?