Clearview (feat. Made Reddy)

Aye aye uh
Yeah yeah
Young black star & a thief in the night
Don't say my name you ain't Speaking it right
Enemies too close wanna keep me in sight
Ion beef on the mic
Keep heat like a light
This ain't for show Ima sneak in the pipe
I ain't seeking for hype
I ain't speaking polite
F*** a jail & a cell we ain't reading them kites

I know they got a clear view (got a clear view)
Every corner like a rear view
But they don't see the real you (nah)
It don't feel true (it don't feel true nah)
They watching with a Clearview (with a Clearview)

Aye look
Ain't no privacy
Ducking them cams I bob & weave
Nah these n***** ain't hot as me
I'm up like ollie no oxen free
Shout out to the akhs & the prophets see
Get jammed & I'm Claiming my sovereignty (Uh)
& I can't slide in peace, Identifying me
N***** ain't fly as me I'm on the scene
I see you spying me I'm MIA
But I ain't in Miami
I'm Somewhere on DND
Companies just like TMZ
They wanna know how you spend, how you dress
& Then n**** how you eat
Every spending, every purchase habit
Just to feed you s*** you don't need
I'm gon' on a tangent, many ain't sewn to this fabric
I been controlling the madness
They ain't upholding the standards
I been a rose in the attic
This shit I grown from is tragic
They don't want static it's shocking
I'm in this Virgil no Devil May cry s***
I had to put 'em on logic
They want to see me, but that ain't an option
From Detroit way to Compton
Them Big Brothers stay watching
I'm with my brothers we locked in
Them n***** squares boxed in
Better prepare plot thins... Damn

I know they got a clear view (got a clear view)
Every corner like a rear view
But they don't see the real you (nah)
It don't feel true (it don't feel true nah)
They watching with a Clearview (with a Clearview)
I know they got a clear view (got a clear view)
Every corner like a rear view
But they don't see the real you (nah)
It don't feel true (it don't feel true nah)
They watching with a Clearview (with a Clearview)

Yeah Clearview
We got the jump on 'em
They roaches we gotta stomp on 'em (forreal)
Pick yo sin but not yo consequence
You gon' pay for it like bills (yeah)
What goes around comes back
Probably why I always carry my strap (fop fye)
Death is a guarantee & that's facts
Listen you gotta read & need math
Numbers add up & they Subtract you gotta get back
& When you get up N**** guess what
You gotta give back (you gotta give back n****)
But they don't teach that though (nah)
Know the real ones do both (right)
Show yo lil' skill & get dope (right)
Show you how to follow that code
I gotta go these niggas broke, what is you on (huh)
Party is over with & they some h***
Step on that stage yeah if you brave
You might get paid, it'll change yo life
You might get saved (hold up hold up Reddy)
Jesus Christ Reddy, smooth as ice Reddy
Roll the dice Reddy, ten to four is not friendly
I'm from the block really
Pull up in that drop Bently (woo!)
I Ouija board my uncle soul
& Then he hopped in me (yeah yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Ayler
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