DJ Clue Desert Storm And you know what? Uh, Cole the truth, got they throat in nooses Grip never lettin' up, though they hope it loosens Nah, I'm on top, you can't knock me off my spot Fuck yachts, I won't stop till the boat's a cruise ship (what) Till the whole world knows who got the gold acoustics Only then will I split like I co-produced it Lotta rappers make dough, then be prone to lose it For crumbs, dumb niggas sold their soul to Lucian (haha) Universal distribution, but I own the music Best nigga still breathin', leavin' no confusion Hop on every nigga song, abuse it Catch bodies for my own amusement, niggas cheatin' and I won't excuse it If I said it, then I wrote it, stupid I'm a star like the logo on my shoes But, these ain't no Converses, nah, girl, they Golden Goose's (clue) A nice fella, but the flows is ruthless, uh And the culprit's 2-6 Where the closest you get to hope is Hope Mills Road Cole has seen more beef than the folks at Ruth's Chris Uh, teach a man how to fish And the lesson is this: Without a pole, you're useless Catch my drift? I'm swift On my toes, you doofus and that's why the hoes'll choose this They like Can I kick it? Like they wrote for Q-Tip, sure But just know, baby, we don't open doors for Cupid Uh, or leave windows cracked, you been on that I'm worldwide, these niggas like a lil known fact, uh They lack focus, and they pores is putrid (yeah) From poison of all different sorts they usin' If the streams say you're winnin', why your tours is losin'? When the math ain't mathin', of course you're juicin' That mean the bots is boostin' Cut the tough guy image, it is not conducive to breathin' (woo) Don't gamble witcha life 'cause the opps is cruisin' Word to Mike Vick, your dog might get shot for losin', uh And I don't like those odds So I stay in my lane, despite every bit of dirt thrown my way There'll never be a stain on my name, it's why I walk around Doley as if ain't nothin' changed without a chain on my frame Niggas can never know the pain of Jermaine But I can't name a thing that I ain't overcame I despise my celebrity, I ain't into fame Don't be silly, want the chilly (chilli), similar to Usher Raym' When he sang in the rain, ayy, money bring respect in this game Ain't it a shame how them things interchange? Mm (Clueminati) D-D-D-DJ Clue