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Hands in the air all my rich Clique
I ain't gotta milli wish list
I ain't gotta rolli on my wrist wrist
Walked in like dang what I miss miss
Whole team and the whole gang misfits
Whole lot gang gang gang
(Wheeew)
I'm 19 with a lot on back
A whole gang
That'll keep me on track
Bump fame
And my name on the map
Yeah I'm lame man
Matter of fact
I'm wack
I'm wack
I'm crap
I'm crap
I'm black
I'm black
My skin don't crack
My men don't rat
I'm saved by grace
No room to brag
I came from rags
I walked in and secured the bag
Ahhh man
Understand
I walked in with the game plan
I walked in with the same clan
And we all about Jesus
Ain't a dang thing changed man
The chains
The pain
The storms
The rain
The fame
Cocaine
The flames
The vein
And through it all
Jesus reigns
Whole clique
On a whole nother level
Whole clique
Full of nothing but rebels
I mean I'm Hellen the Keller
Nelson Mandela
Ima killer
With my head in the cellar
Walk with the fella
Ima show you everything they ain't telling
Out of my feelings
I'm revealing
Everyone that's a felon
The whole clique
Full of nothing but realist
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Lot of blood shed for the rich Clique
Whole life changed for the rich Clique
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Hands in the air all my rich Clique
They ain't never seen a kid
This richhhh
They ain't never seen a clique
This lit
They ain't never met a guy
Like this
They ain't never heard a squad
Likeeeeee
I met the Lord in 09
A handful
Found out
There's nothing He couldnt handle
Not a thing
That Satan can dismantle
Whole squad be lit
Like a candle
Whole clique be turnt to the ceiling
Drunk off the spirit
High off the feeling
Way to revealing
We to appealing
Come get this healing
Come and get a dose
Of the spirit of God
Whole clique
Full of ppl that's odd
Squad real
Ain't no fake or no fraud
Me and God
Like 2 peas in a pod
If you a saint
You a part of the mob
Take a minute applaud
Less me
I need more of Jesus
We straight
As long as you lead us
Our way
We fall into pieces
Your say
Until then I'm speechless
Mans hands
Can't change
Gods plan
Fake friends
Can't blame
My end
Rap fans
Fake fame
Hype men
I am
Well trained
Amen
Rich Clique
Price been paid for the rich Clique
Lot of blood shed for the rich Clique
Whole life changed for the rich Clique
Bout to get lit with the rich Clique
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Hands in the air all my rich Clique
Price been paid for the rich Clique
Lot of blood shed for the rich Clique
Whole life changed for the rich Clique
Bout to get lit with the rich Clique
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Hands in the air all my rich Clique
I ain't gotta milli wish list
I ain't gotta rolli on my wrist wrist
Walked in like dang what I miss miss
Whole team and the whole gang misfits
Whole lot gang gang gang
(Wheeew)
I'm 19 with a lot on back
A whole gang
That'll keep me on track
Bump fame
And my name on the map
Yeah I'm lame man
Matter of fact
I'm wack
I'm wack
I'm crap
I'm crap
I'm black
I'm black
My skin don't crack
My men don't rat
I'm saved by grace
No room to brag
I came from rags
I walked in and secured the bag
Ahhh man
Understand
I walked in with the game plan
I walked in with the same clan
And we all about Jesus
Ain't a dang thing changed man
The chains
The pain
The storms
The rain
The fame
Cocaine
The flames
The vein
And through it all
Jesus reigns
Whole clique
On a whole nother level
Whole clique
Full of nothing but rebels
I mean I'm Hellen the Keller
Nelson Mandela
Ima killer
With my head in the cellar
Walk with the fella
Ima show you everything they ain't telling
Out of my feelings
I'm revealing
Everyone that's a felon
The whole clique
Full of nothing but realist
Rich Clique
Price been paid for the rich Clique
Lot of blood shed for the rich Clique
Whole life changed for the rich Clique
Bout to get lit with the rich Clique
Rich Clique
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Hands in the air all my rich Clique
They ain't never seen a kid
This richhhh
They ain't never seen a clique
This lit
They ain't never met a guy
Like this
They ain't never heard a squad
Likeeeeee
I met the Lord in 09
A handful
Found out
There's nothing He couldnt handle
Not a thing
That Satan can dismantle
Whole squad be lit
Like a candle
Whole clique be turnt to the ceiling
Drunk off the spirit
High off the feeling
Way to revealing
We to appealing
Come get this healing
Come and get a dose
Of the spirit of God
Whole clique
Full of ppl that's odd
Squad real
Ain't no fake or no fraud
Me and God
Like 2 peas in a pod
If you a saint
You a part of the mob
Take a minute applaud
Less me
I need more of Jesus
We straight
As long as you lead us
Our way
We fall into pieces
Your say
Until then I'm speechless
Mans hands
Can't change
Gods plan
Fake friends
Can't blame
My end
Rap fans
Fake fame
Hype men
I am
Well trained
Amen
Rich Clique
Price been paid for the rich Clique
Lot of blood shed for the rich Clique
Whole life changed for the rich Clique
Bout to get lit with the rich Clique
Rich Clique
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Writer(s): Calvin Hill
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