All up in my face, you not from the clique
Give me space, we might rob the shit Most hate it, baby they don’t love the clique
I thought they love you when you make it
This some other sh!t, yeah
Yeah, yeah, this some other sh!t
Friends and business don’t mix so I’m brotherless
Tryna get back close, h!t em with the stiff
Gears I shift, make sure they feel the drift
Just copped the Benz all with the tint
You should know cause in ever song I said this sh!t