CLUE FREESTYLE (feat. Noxer COUTURE)
Live from the 718 baby
World famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm
Welcome to Friday Night Freestyle
Baby
We gonna turn it up for the streets
Came off Delta started spraying
Went through customs and the scanners
LAPD stopping niggas
All they want is drugs and hammers
Impossible Burgers got me shitting
I be spitting facts though
Smoking gas and getting cash
Names written on the Bando
Everywhere is war like Bob
So they got me wearing Camo
Walkers out of time
Never running out of ammo
Sharper than a Natives arrow
Bad reception change the channel
Me I slept in a van
Had a plan
Made it happen
Vegan no chicken scratching
School you
I can leave you absent
Some people fail at life
All talk but lacking action
Smokers using ash trays
Me I'm just plucking ashes
Ride around
Tuck the plastic
Cut the branches
Let's get rich
I got machines holding money
So make this count
Make this count
Make this count
Let's get rich
I got machines holding money
Can't count me out
Can't count me out
Let's get rich
I got machines holding money
So make this count
Make this count
Make this count
Let's get rich
I got machines holding money
Can't count me out
Can't count me out
Better keep one in the head
Letter to self
These people rather see you dead
Better your health
Turn riches into wealth
We're moving stealth
Still our presence really felt
They rigged the game
So I marked the cards
That were being dealt
Myself
They say I changed
Yeah I did
But for real
Let's build
Life's a beach
Coney Island or Negril
Let's chill
Take a pill
Red or Blue
Bushwick
Brownsville
Out in LA
Better pay attention here
Palm trees in the trenches
Beautiful despair
Apprehension here
There's a drought
Be clear
You can get wet up
No scuba gear
All truth
No Dare
Drug paraphernalia
LSD
Some shrooms
Some Sinsemilla
For that butter
Some will fly
Another cat a peel ya
Hash Mills
Noxer
Better get familiar
Let's get rich
I got machines holding money
So make this count
Make this count
Make this count
Let's get rich
I got machines holding money
Can't count me out
Can't count me out
Let's get rich
I got machines holding money
So make this count
Make this count
Make this count
Let's get rich
I got machines holding money
Can't count me out
Can't count me out
World famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm
Welcome to Friday Night Freestyle
Baby
We gonna turn it up for the streets
Came off Delta started spraying
Went through customs and the scanners
LAPD stopping niggas
All they want is drugs and hammers
Impossible Burgers got me shitting
I be spitting facts though
Smoking gas and getting cash
Names written on the Bando
Everywhere is war like Bob
So they got me wearing Camo
Walkers out of time
Never running out of ammo
Sharper than a Natives arrow
Bad reception change the channel
Me I slept in a van
Had a plan
Made it happen
Vegan no chicken scratching
School you
I can leave you absent
Some people fail at life
All talk but lacking action
Smokers using ash trays
Me I'm just plucking ashes
Ride around
Tuck the plastic
Cut the branches
Let's get rich
I got machines holding money
So make this count
Make this count
Make this count
Let's get rich
I got machines holding money
Can't count me out
Can't count me out
Let's get rich
I got machines holding money
So make this count
Make this count
Make this count
Let's get rich
I got machines holding money
Can't count me out
Can't count me out
Better keep one in the head
Letter to self
These people rather see you dead
Better your health
Turn riches into wealth
We're moving stealth
Still our presence really felt
They rigged the game
So I marked the cards
That were being dealt
Myself
They say I changed
Yeah I did
But for real
Let's build
Life's a beach
Coney Island or Negril
Let's chill
Take a pill
Red or Blue
Bushwick
Brownsville
Out in LA
Better pay attention here
Palm trees in the trenches
Beautiful despair
Apprehension here
There's a drought
Be clear
You can get wet up
No scuba gear
All truth
No Dare
Drug paraphernalia
LSD
Some shrooms
Some Sinsemilla
For that butter
Some will fly
Another cat a peel ya
Hash Mills
Noxer
Better get familiar
Let's get rich
I got machines holding money
So make this count
Make this count
Make this count
Let's get rich
I got machines holding money
Can't count me out
Can't count me out
Let's get rich
I got machines holding money
So make this count
Make this count
Make this count
Let's get rich
I got machines holding money
Can't count me out
Can't count me out
Credits
Writer(s): Hashim Mills
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