Ever since I was a little kid Yeah, I must admit I've been on some different shit Lil bitch I'm feeling quite alright I'm feeling quite alright Everybody out here wanna know Why I'm not like them, yeah Why I don't walk, why I don't talk like them Lil bitch, I'm feeling quite alright I'm feeling quite alright Now get the fuck up off my shoulder homie And stop talking like you fucking know me You ain't my mom, you ain't my pops, you ain't my Uncle Tony I see you searching but got nothing on me I like it like that Yeah, it's better when it's cold and lonely Ain't got no standards to meet bitch I'm lowely I don't even really talk no more, I'm super lowkey It's Clifford Cartel, the one and only Ever since I was a little kid Yeah, I must admit I've been on some different shit Lil bitch I'm feeling quite alright I'm feeling quite alright Everybody out here wanna know Why I'm not like them, yeah Why I don't walk, why I don't talk like them Lil bitch, I'm feeling quite alright I'm feeling quite alright

Big shit on my mind Got me caught up in my line Feeling wired Not to mention high Balance is crime Doin' time Soul is in the ocean Privy to the waves but at least I'm still in motion Told this to an old man He looked at me like I was huffing paint from an old can I told him patience is a virtue And if your gps is off antennas will alert you nigga Antennas will alert you nigga I say you get what you get, you don't get upset Yeah you live and you learn, pray you lose your regrets I say you get what you get, you don't get upset Yeah you live and you learn pray you 10:30 In the morning Been at it since 9 shorty still moaning Came 4 times and we still rolling Dog, she make me feel like I don't need no one Guess we in the zone Go hard or go home Nigga we grown This shit is good, should've prolly captured this on the phone Body in America, mind is on Rome Heart is stuck, rona virus got it sheltered in home You feel me? Antennas will alert you nigga I say you get what you get, you don't get upset Yeah you live and you learn pray you lose your regrets I say you get what you get, you don't get upset Yeah you live and you learn pray you Ooooohhhhhhh Don't let your face touch that ground Oooooooohhhhhhh Don't forget to where your crown You are the light

I got youngins on my line Threatening to tell on me The say it's gon' be fine Oh, but here's the recipe I see them, they see me They lookin' at my body They perceive I'm witty And better than their man be Their best friend, their yogi Their everything that's holy But they don't know me They see me, I see them I think that they look handsome Their asses, and titties Are better than their friend's is We're joking, we're laughing And straight up, we're romancing Hm, it's interesting Now we texting and shit Oh yeah, what you like to eat? Oh you say Ruth's Chris Oh shit, what you like to drink? Henny's what I like to drink Tequila's what you like to drink? Well shit, let's do se do With like both of those And now my nose in your camel toe Moving, way to fast Now I'm, grabbing ass And you, getting gassed But hold up, I'm not your man Shit, I got a girl I thought you knew Remember way back, when I had told you Back when we was in whole foods I can feel it, Fade Add, add, add, add, add, add Add a little sugar, whoo And honeysuckle lambs I feel it, Fade Now our texts getting shorter You can't seem to answer, you got shit get in order I can't seem to care cuz fuck them bitches embroidered Been that way ever since Carter 2 had been ordered Look, that ain't no excuse, and I know it The truth is that I miss you, but I really can't show it The reason why I diss you is cuz you've gotten spoiled But now this is the end of it, I gotta be loyal Now everybody in this bitch should be doing the holy ghost For every single text that you left alone in the cold I ain't saying that it's cool, I'm just saying that's how it go And shout out to the shawties that let a young nigga go I guess, you couldn't hack it I tried to give you the plans, but you couldn't map it I know this shit ain't too funny, but I be laughing That's all you can do these days, cuz shit is tragic Look, the older I get, the less colder I get Cuz I'm noticing that these youngins ain't going for shit I'm telling you this They're not gonna miss They be seeing everything like an optometrist They be psychoanalyzing The mileage on your Mazda The way that you hit reply And the way you make your deposits The ways in which you be laughing When you and your homie capping Shit, this shit is magic, I'm telling you I can feel it, Fade Add, add, add, add, add, add Add a little sugar, whoo And honeysuckle lambs I can feel it, Fade I feel it, Fade

Oh Baby, You know I love it, You know I need it Yeah, Yeah And baby, if you show me, It be our secret Yeah, Yeah I'd listen to it everyday I'd play that shit like everyday I'd listen to it everyday It'll be our little secret Oh baby, you know I'm leaving That mean I need it You know I need that shit And baby, I'm talkin' ether Leakin' through the speakers And make that shit bump Yeah Make that shit bump Yeah, Yeah You hear that thing bumping? You see that thing coming? Driving down 95 Hitting I-85 Grippin' grain, switching lanes hitting 185 Hoping them fuckboy law niggas don't they job And if they do, I pray to God, they let me off Pray let they let me off Hope they let me off Shit, they let me off Now put your feet on the dash cuz Oh Baby, You know I love it, You know I need it And baby, if you show me, It be our secret I'd listen to it everyday I'd play that shit like everyday I'd listen to it everyday It'll be our little secret Slow it down, play that Yuna Then make a B-Line to Future Play some of that A$ap Rocky Give me some of that Kali Uchis Danny Ceaser, Franky Ocean, Billy Ocean, Migo Season And for the culture, just a hint of Yeezus And I know that you don't fuck wit him but just a hint of Yeezus! Made it to Atlanta, we driving through the lights Black Hollywood, let's start a brand new life I know you scared, so right now you hold on tight But when it's time to let go, you roll the dice Shawty roll the dice Gotta roll the dice Shawty roll the dice We don't know how it ends but Oh Baby, You know I love it, You know I need it And baby, if you show me, It be our secret I'd listen to it everyday I'd play that shit like everyday I'd listen to it everyday It be our little secret Oh Baby, You know I love it, You know I need it And baby, if you show it, It be our secret I'd play that shit like everyday I'd listen to it everyday I'd play that shit like everyday It'll be our little secret

Clifford the ripper When I was growing up, niggas was scared of the dipper All hunched over, lookin' like a gorilla Eating pieces of glass, hoping not to look in the mirror Breath on a thousand Running through the yard, weaving all through houses Layin' on the street, praying to be surmounted By an automobile, proving that your not to be proud of Hopin' you could end it there But God ain't finished with you yet so you ain't going anywhere Got your mama, and your Aunty, and you're sister crying What a ill sight, nigga, what an ill mind Shit bitch, and you're still breathing Earth, Wind, Fire, trynna find a reason If you think about it, you don't need much You got your family, dog, and that's enough Yeah dog, it sound corny I know, nigga's always preaching like it's matrimony But nigga, when acrimony Gets active and acts up on ya Your mind and perception is the only thing matters homie Yeah, believe it or not Rip you apart Leave your ass pin full of the dogs You knew the cost When you went for the bill Kiddo my nigga, get the hanzo out, and chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop Dirty yea I came from the mud Pissy lil kid from the club Who the fuck want war Nigga fuck drew brees Bet you'd kneel wit the pump to ur knees I ain't talkin bout the gage... Water pumps granddaddy had to face 12 O'clock boys comin to the race Belly scenes in my mind wanna taste Yea I pace I ain't gotta go fast Dash runnin up but I'm lonely Call my lil bitch for cozy Urban legend tip you don't know me I been tryna learn the basics Ipad full of animation and ASICS I like a nice jog in the rain gimme patience... I like a nice jog in the rain gimme Livin on the charts mf a day shift Savin up coins for the lasik Tryna see clear thru the racist Stuck in dc but I'm really in the Matrix I ain't on top but it's better than the basement God up top gimme grace it's Amazin Think I need a mask for the fears that I'm facin Core so delicate sort of like vases Kill moe kill kill kill like Jason The lord chose a bad boy I'm feelin like mason We're gonna rise, to the top Horse and carriage is for hire YUCK FOU! On this mic imma psycho Rip it so quick i'm schizophrenic my killer mind on Some other shit so be vigilant bitch Keep your eyes open while my pen's bleeding facing my demons my soul Is never hindered I'm not a prisoner in my dome I built a prison with every single bar that I wrote On that prescription break it down twisting up the Hydro Spark it up hit that shit smoke it up until my eyes close Enter the center of the storm I'm like a cyclone Enemies trying to be friendly let bygones be bygones Am I my brothers keeper or brothers killer I don't know Brothers killing more brothers than a tied rope Lynching our own ethnicity Black and suicidal Genocide separate em make em suffering rivals Promote the wackest rappers and turn em into idols And trap em wit trap music they're too dumb to see the blindfold You know Dgaf wicked we gon kick it in the goal post Going loco like beheaded pollo And the flow cold fro zone super clothes on Watch my soul glow Bruce Lee in the dojo Stay woke no sleep ima no dose Fuck the whole globe bust and scream fuck the popo COVID19 the whole fucking globe closed indie artist still stacking dough doing no shows Fake ass by 18 Doc ain't tell her one thing Appreciate them good genes He can't give you self esteem Don't be a whore Find shit to stand for Lies so much bout her past, to make her future seem pure She was delectable edible now she less than exceptional Now a skeletal spectacle Bussing moves that weren't ethical Went from hotty to sloppy Sold her Benz for some molly I called her bae, now she poppy Love opium in her body But that's a cheap angle it's bigga Control the narrative nigga I pay the tab with the pack I beat the block with them rocks It's the root of all evil But it's fuel to survive You see I want it Then I buy it, then I get it, then I own it Im out here wit it Makes sense don't it? Yeah I want a future And I live for the moment See I'm just lil nigga tryna keeping up with the Joneses Hitting that jackpot It ain't illegal till I get caught But I ain't get the signal Ima walking status symbol See it's simple Hood rich arrogant bastard I ain't really have shit Now I'm out here making dinero It's your neighborhood heroin hero Whole lotta women in my orbit Chillin in dey corsets Butterfly doors on the corvette Got a milf joint lookin like she 24, but when she was dat age bruh I wasn't even born yet Better know how to act, like we on set Black and we on, I'ma Mac and a don, wearing all red and black like its batman beyond Moving like a rapidash you can pass the Paton Go to the White House, smash thee alarm Fight wit the whole staff leave em thrashed and disarmed Catch Donald Trump and fracture his arm And punch em in the stomach til he craps on the lawn See lyrically in rap you a pawn So if really wanna go bar for bar I'm Krav Maga The God bitch Ra and Jah Basmalla, Osi be In da stars, doin tai chi High chillin wit your broad You can find me Vibing, bent her up like oragami Every single line is wasabi OD of OG on the autopsy copy So I can show you all what I showman is No offense But ima omen, I don't know if you noticed it But jus focus I'm the one that you do not wanna go against No emotions when I'm flowing and showing up other vocalist

Walls closing in Let the games begin Am I gonna win? Or give it all up again Can't look like, a sell out Can't walk around with hands out I'm 29 now Nigga get down or lay down Either imma give up And show my kids I ain't have what have what it takes to live up To all the expectations I that I put up on myself I can't do that to my wife, I can't do that to myself Nah. I done worked too fuckin hard Truth, I ain't never picture myself on boulevards Yeah, uh maybe that's the problem all along Maybe gotta envision Gucci suits or money long Maybe nigga gotta get a bank roll Not to pay off credit cards or bank loans Not to pay off Navient or make clothes But shine like them niggas in the A do How much for grill? Maybe if I really want it, I can make a Mil A mili, mili, a mili, up in the case Fuck is you gon' say, my nigga, I made it rain Holy, Holy Don't let go of me I'm gon win now Don't let me down Holy, Holy Can't control me I'm gon win now That's my story Young Black Man Hustle like I'm livin in a trash can But I ain't never learn how I just make goals that I pin down They ain't never have a dollar Attached to it, nigga this ain't slavery, I'm sorry But excuses sounding iffy If I ain't never have it, boy I got it in me lawd I feel like Drake World watching, boy I cannot make not one mistake Playing all my cards like I'm on elimidate And if I don't get it right, nigga I don't eat cake And everybody like cake Even if they don't really wanna see how it's made Even if they already got too much on they plate That's the reason [Re] Publicans protecting estates Shit, then they wanna call it death tax Shit make me sick, make me wanna take an ex-lax Still shittin' bricks, sitting on a thumb tac Cuz my niggas still trynna get their funds back How much for the repo? HR 40 ever year, since Conyers for the people McConnell sell it to your base So one day all your niggas can say that you made it, rain Holy, Holy Don't let go of me I'm gon' win now Don't let me down Holy, Holy Can't control me I'm gon win now That's my story Take my Hand

Yeah I got so much shit up on my brain dog! It feel like, man I don't even know It feel like I've been torn into two Looking for the best version that fits into you What you need me to be? I can get it for ya I can hang upside down on ceilings for ya I can take my shoes off on your shitty foyer I can make you feel good, make a million for ya Oh Lord Look God I been praying, please turn me to water to fill any sort of Corner that I'm forced in Whether wine glass, or beer can, or horse skin Foreskin, what everybody wanna see Important, what everybody wanna be So I let them mafuckas talk about themselves Masturbation of the mind where we all excel Look, I am your mirror Let it appear You were sincere In every effort to make everything fair And if you didn't, let's be perfectly clear Everyone here, has fallen victim to intentions were there You see I get it, words are often Jumbled up, and never the same, to the people that got em As when you had thought em But dealing with autumn You leave all the fallen Leaves right at the bottom Where they're belonging And I know that I'm gon' change And that means that I won't be the same But I ask my God, don't let me fall a-part Getting caught in the vortex... Catch me don't Catch me don't Catch me don't Yeah Catch me don't Catch me don't Catch me don't Yeah Catch me don't Catch me don't Catch me don't I was born in the 1-9-9-9-0 What you know about it What you heard about it That was before Nas was really bout it That was two years after Supersonic Sandwiched in between was the Clifford chronic Blueberry yum, yum on his pacifier Taken to the outside where the snow was falling Where it made his shoulder kinda whatcha call it Colder than a mothafucka Grew to be a daughter fucker Then into a music lover Then a microphone cuffer Soon to be a motherfucker Sure to find his way under the cover Of a undercover freak Been about it every week Not a culture of the weak Humming' and whistling, talking, literally walking to his own beat So what you gonna tell him? His cerebellum Is programmed to the pocket Plug him in the socket Watch the different options Of what can be accomplished Shine bright like the light of a lost kid It don't matter whether classroom or office He be maneuvering while every gawking He'll be the running man while everyone walking He'll be the flying man while everyone falling It don't matter put him defense or offense And watch him fuck them up... nigga Catch me don't Catch me don't Catch me don't Yeah Catch me don't Catch me don't Catch me don't Yeah Catch me don't Catch me don't Catch me don't This for my niggas that believe in the 3rd verse Emile Hirche I ain't actin so you can feel hurt These real words I don't speak it ain't worth a million, to the millions and I hope it'll endure This Clifford And one thing that I can say for sure, is that I know myself So nigga know yourself So don't nobody else, make up the answer for you my nigga 'Cuz believe me they will

There's a way to the light Let me go, I just wanna do right Be a man, take good care of my wife Keep it simple and move on with my life But you keep telling me I can't This is me, this is just how I'll act For forever, might as well get a latch 'Cuz you and I are never unattached So I try to hit you with a bat Or a hatchet, anything to detach Cuz I know that if I feed into that You'll get fat, and my soul will collapse And then God said... It won't always be this way You ain't gotta think tomorrow is your yesterday You just gotta take a breath 'For you take another step Cry it out if you gotta It won't take none from your honor Keep it poppin' for poppin's sake, if that is how you feel Remember to pack your brakes cuz you're gonna appeal To everyone and their momma Your light is that of Obama So this little light of yours, nigga you gotta let it shine!! Shine, shine, shine, shine Let it shine, shine, shine, shine, shine Let it shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine Nigga gotta let it... I told Kerim... I'm ready to get married He said you sure? I said yeah, he said boy Look you better go home, like right now, and think about this shit Cuz there's only one wedding that I'm going to for Cliff Ain't no second, ain't no third, ain't no motherfuckin fourth So you better make the right fucking choice, choice, choice, choice I'm talking sexual urges drivin' you crazy I'm talkin' when you got babies And she want special occasions But you can't make it Cuz you busy makin' shit To bring the bacon in What you gon' say to them How you gon' relate to them When you just glad you made it in Hopin' to grab a pin Smoke it and call your friends Tell em bout where you been Plan out some other sessions And maybe call up your reverend To discuss revelations, proverbs and Jesus's essence And, you know, like, big shit like that dog Cuz your main, niggas still, out here making cat calls And you tapped out from the bat calls Can't cover it cuz your mask off Flashing lights from the left, right And all of a sudden your path lost Now you gotta, erode the blocks, fill and the marks, with bath salt Shamen Courtney layin' hands on Suckin' out your demons Feelin' like you you Kanye Nah, feelin' like I'm Andre Feelin' like, I got mad shit on my chest now I can't wait to get it out These cops are trynna shoot at me These karens trynna loot at me These women wanna kill These niggas want me to give them some meditation, want me to give them yoga When I don't know what to tell em, and I can't get no control of My emotions, they everywhere, nothing even makes sense anymore My thoughts are distorted and dog my confidence been destroyed What do you but submit? Shit, this is truly yours... This is Cliff Jaylin Speaks