Lyrics Cliche - Sy Ari Da Kid

I can't lie
I go up
I turn up with all my niggas
We like bitches
I mean women
We pop bottles
They roll up
Same old shit
Swear this life is everlasting
People tell me that I'm different
Don't look at me like I'm tripping
I'm grown up
Sometimes I just wanna live cliche
Sometimes a nigga wanna be cliche
Some days I just wanna do me babe
I'm back on my shit again
I'm going in again
Let's go for the win again
I do what I feel like whenever I feel like
I might fuck your bitch again
I might drop the top on the whip again
Broke niggas thinking they rich again
With all of this money I'm making
Hoe I think that I'm Mitch again
Yeah I gotta snapchat this
I need some niggas I can backtrack with
Fuck the fake shit
Y'all can have that shit
Don't cuff that hoe
Nigga pass that bitch
Y'all had that bitch
Hide the money
Don't flash that shit
Got a pistol in the car right now
My own niggas don't even know I have that shit
Yeah when you work for yourself
Got your Mondays feeling like your Fridays
Living in the fast lane
Trying to do a buck forty in the driveway
I might just have me a water
I got to feel like the water
Can't fuck around
Let's go all in
Late nights
They saying good morning
I can't lie
I go up
I turn up with all my niggas
We like bitches
I mean women
We pop bottles
They roll up
Same old shit
Swear this life is everlasting
People tell me that I'm different
Don't look at me like I'm tripping
I'm grown up
Sometimes I just wanna live cliche
Sometimes a nigga wanna be cliche
Some days I just wanna do me babe
You ain't gotta listen to me
I notice I'm not your man
No I do not give a damn
And if we ain't on good terms
You can not ride with my fam
You can't say hi to my fam
Just say goodbye to my fam
Won't let you lie to my fam
Cause you ain't gone die for my fam
You ain't at the table to break down the pie for my fam
First class flying
Chilling with the pilot
Switch climates
Got a tenant that can buy it
She wanna buy it and buy it just wanna buy it
Everything for the sale
Come and try it
Higher the volume
Wu tang trying
Head working
Hell yeah nigga fire
He say I ain't the god
Then that nigga lying
I said I'm the god not God
Nigga I am
A legend a legend
I say that I say that
I meant it
My partner he just caught a sentence
All my niggas with me with them racks and playing tennis
Just got back from Houston they no longer ride on spinners
Pull up in that sprinter nigga looking like it's rented
Beamer coupe I don't get along with the ceiling
I ain't really fucking with the songs I don't feel it
I can't lie
I go up
I turn up with all my niggas
We like bitches
I mean women
We pop bottles
They roll up
Same old shit
Swear this life is everlasting
People tell me that I'm different
Don't look at me like I'm tripping
I'm grown up
Sometimes I just wanna live cliche
Sometimes a nigga wanna be cliche
Some days I just wanna do me babe