Cassius Clay Fist

I been on but I don't have to say it
Poured out the flask for my brothers
In heaven
I have to make it
Heart of stone for the bastards hating
I don't harass for payment
Catch him when he think we cool while we laughing flagrant
Soak his eyes when we make exchanges
When he feeling loose, I change the mood
Let him moan on a nasty pavement
All casualties they lack a plaintiff
Gloves covering the tats
For the fact that I'm close to actually famous
Some say I'm on a path to greatness
I really feel it's deceiving
I'm reeling on a crash to greatness
My environment so filthy
When I notice little glass containers
I think of whipping 'em in a trap house later
It's why my people know
They glad I made this
So if I died yesterday you'd be glad you played this
Cassius clay fist
Smashing any trash in my path that's basic
Drop a spade on his soul
That's some classic Ace shit



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Writer(s): Amir Perera
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