paroles de chanson CLINIQUE - THE ROACHEZ

Look to me if you open eyelids
I got dumb beats with the crazy style switch
Sound weird, I still make hits
Make what I want and don't need a niche
Running up more streams but they still say it's a hoax, yea
Really just wanna prove it to
Wanna prove it my folks, yea
Really I'm not stressed man
I don't care who you even trust
Khaled said it best man
They ain't really believe in us
I'll drive myself home for free I'm off you

See me in a Clinique
Watchin' my style
Throw it up like I'm bulimic
Yellow tab poppin' people copy they all chicken
Keep it to yourself see you feedin'
Lookin' unoriginal you ain't breathin'
Air we live in keep me fiendin'
Keep makin' music that the people needin'
Pushin' bounds call me Ray J
Oh, I say hol' up ok
Crossin' nations like Delante
Findin' new fields call me Kanye
Cross the west coast is where you find me
Whose that?
Rockin' the pink hat
M O M and they know don't need that
Try everything in school?
We don't meet
College Escape Plan?
The title of the next piece

Won't take a quiet life, and I
Don't need your judging sight, and I
Don't have enough time
For me to take it slower
Take it slower, no
I can't take time back
Can't revive that
Not in your track, no

Got more bodies than a sperm clinic
Career forever I won't finish
Almost at my limit baby gimme a minute
You could witness my life or you could be in it
You could be in my life, you could be in it
Sittin' on the sidelines, wishing you didn't
Now I'm switching up, oh, look who ain't in it (quit it)
Treat my hoes like revolving doors (spin it)
Now I'm gettin' bored
Bitch got lucky new dick she scored
Clinique cream cleanin' my pores

200 horse on my GTI
Two doors on the whip only fits five guys
Was gonna cop a Rice from 95
Gotta keep a band jus to 'ford the fines

I use to have to wonder why my phone so dry
Now I'm happy I can just go and get some time
Findin' inspiration, I don't need no drive
Wakin' up early out of bed right at sunrise
Sleepin' late, just a waste of time
Need extra time jus for extra rhymes, quote
Quoting me like the holy book
ROACH 24:13 we up
Glasses just for shades
Hungry rappin'
Bread we bakin'
Smellin' up the aisle
Facin' after hours, hol' up
Bitch, hour 13 still workin' my bread
Baby we bleedin' just to get ahead
See me clinical gear in my head
Mental is not free like you once said