I'm so wired off a line
Cause I'm tired, but I ain't got time
Purple fire, neon lights
Swear my life done came alive now it ain't mine yea
Now I don't drive, now I just ride
Couldn't slow down if I tried, black mirrors all in my mind
Make a band or snatch (Bandersnatch) a lick you can hardly decide can't you
It's a war outside and pussy is part of the price damn you

I'ma get a f**kin' bag so big it rips the Louis
I'ma put out a hit on every prick that did s**t to me
Wrote this not of sound mind Mr. District Attorney
This freestyle non-premeditated they'll dismiss the jury yea

Off a line
Cause I'm tired, but I ain't got time
Purple fire, neon lights
Swear my life done came alive now it ain't mine yea
Now I don't drive, now I just ride
Couldn't slow down if I tried, black mirrors all in my mind
Make a band or snatch (Bandersnatch) a lick you can hardly decide can't you
It's a war outside and pussy is part of the price damn you

I knocked a thot up who ain't on my level
So my little angel, she came from the devil
F**k all your problems b**ch I got like several
I'm taking my daughter when all the dust settles
Tell me what's real but the bass and the treble
You ain't real boy you built by Geppetto
Nice try joker, you Jared Leto
That ain't gas get your foot off the pedal
Yea got her bean on my tounge yea thats my Xani
Big fannie, red hair, pussy pink just like her panties
But don't you f**king at me
You know I'm a daddy b**ch

No one does more than Clef
Rap, produce, sing, direct
Mix and master the shit for ya
Write like half of the shit for ya
Everyone know how shit go
Everywhere I go, shit grow
Everything I touch turn to gold
I put on everyone I know
Some since they were 15 years old
I play the parts and I fill the rolls
I build the team then I give and go
San Antonio's Quincy Jones
I'm making so many stars call me Hollywood Boulevard
We all had bad hands now the deck stacked full of cards

Poker face we all in
Big racks, big bag, big facts
Thought you'd get yo bitch back
Till I kissed that pretty tit tat
With that flower on her arreola
She down want to chit chat
Big bands poppin on her cherry cola body
That's a big ass, thick ass, problem for your wallet
Hit that ATM to often
When your wife asks where the savings
You gon' tell her that ya lost it huh
You can blame the stock market yea
Baby, baby it's because Trump's in office

Way too many say that they got love for me
Bitch I know you out there f**kin' judging me
I can feel the tension when you hugging me
"Achooo" I'm allergic to the fuckery
You might hate me but can't get enough of me
Can't replace me bitch there's only one of me
You would not be here if there were none of me
Try to say that fake ass shit in front of me