Lyrics Clout - Paulie Rhyme & Roughdraft

Never run from a stand off, keep the queens hype like vendors,
Worker bee with a stake for the head of your boss,
When you rhyme I need a Tempurpedic,
When I spit you need a paralegal like it coming right out the desert eagle,
Crush velvet in a regal but not pimp,
Beat up beats and hand down Z limps,
Like runaways or reckloose, been crushing since They Let Us Loose,
Cause mania like a wild saber tooth,
Some people feel like it′s just give me the loot,
Then they up in paradise just eating the fruit,
Whether sense or science first,
Wet raps so you won't die of thirst or catch a dirt nap in the earth,
For my people in the land or where your hometown,
Cukui down, making all my people proud,
Whether Lee-Harvard intersection, 93 and Ramona,
Eating ramen on a curb in Handa,
Kids screaming for they momma but they tough on beats,
You rappers ain′t gangster, so let's move on please,
Sort of like a sitcom stuck on repeat,
Sound like a situation with no thought for the week or no end of the frame,
I pull a rib out my side,
Try to give you piece of mine, so you can get a piece of mind
See it starts from the inside, works on out,
Got you looking in the mirror still working on your clout...