Lyrics CLUES - A L i C

Thinking you know what you're doing Will have yo ass stuck in a loop
And if it ain't equalin' profits and dollars, you won't find me there, I want moms in a coupe
TTG, I've been on go, spending a little time up the road, come walk a mile in my shoes

Having my tools, building a motherfucking room, ain't doing this shit for show, ain't leaving
No clues
They're watching the shit I do, and they ain't inspired, boys taking hella notes, faking
Like we cool

Kickdoor, all my shit gone boom, but I ain't showing them my moves, and I ain't leaving
No evidence of this heaven sent, no clues

You can't try to block me, but you can't stop me, no
Liable but undeniable, I'm true, you can't rob me, no
I want it all if it's mine, I don't like wasting my time
I want the nickles, the quarters
The motherfucking dollars, big cause you know I'm a dime
Oh Lord
Please don't cheese me, one day you might need me, and all my men have been running
For hellas, in this race, don't make me greasy
Matter of fact, do what you want
So I can peep what you on, yeah
I don't need niggas round faking a funk
Get a bitch ass nigga gone gone
Round me, they faker than I can see, down as a bitch, but I ain't never known to switch
What you see is all me
I ain't never ever pretend
Don't need a lawyer or no defense
No we don't save em
We picking em off
Let them hoes drown in the deep end
Mr. Reliable, Mr. That Nigga, I'm HIM fasho
Watch how they talk when your ass ain't around
These niggas don't Love you
These niggas is broke
Talking down, stomping your name in the mud, and hoping that you never Grow
Happiness never got niggas a bullet
But I bet that envy done lifted some souls, yeah

Thinking you know who the truest will have your ass stuck in the coupe
Looking like Biggie and Pac
Alpo and Richie
Yo opp in the crew
And I ain't doing time for no nary nigga
I seen how these niggas will do
They ain't whipping no cash out, when you crash out, they just copy your moves ain't leaving no clues

Hey, Thinking you know what you doing, will have your world stuck in a loop
And if it ain't equalin' profits and dollars, you won't find me there, I want moms in a coupe
TTG, I've been on go
Spent a little time up the road
Come walk a mile in my shoes

Hand me my tools, built under my fucking room, ain't doing that shit for show, I ain't leaving no clues
They watching the shit I do, and they ain't inspired
Boys taking hella notes
Faking like we cool
Kick Door!
All my shit going boom
But they ain't showing them my moves
And I ain't leaving no evidence, of this heaven sent
No clues