Clear My Throat (feat. Vince Godson)

Yeah When the sun comes up I'll be drunk again I just want the money want the benjamins Boy I feel like Khalid all we do is win Got the all black tux I might run for president Rollin in a Benz I don't need friends I be getting jaded on the weekends Get it how I live gotta make ends Pray all my brothers make it out the ends, Amen Making shit jump like a hiccup My niggaz cray make him fold like a sit up If I go broke nigga Imma still get up Crowd full of sheep nigga I will stick up Can't hear a word nigga speak up Can't fall down nigga we up This the news homie read up Excuse my French séniorita Who told you that I came to play this thing not a game I take the cash boy fuck the fame I'm not okay the boy go insane I go bananas Too hot a sauna Might call ya mama Call you mañana I'm in Bahamas You sleep pajamas You sleep pajamas You sleepin on me I'm getting to the bag it's apparent They talkin to me yeah they better have clearance Internet thugs they don't show their appearance You lackin in heart I can tell by your spirit Yeah Hi bitch I'm back again Had to take off then I land again I don't think you boys can comprehend Don't have a option I gotta win You keep it a buck I just keep it a hundred grand Narrative spinning and the plot twisting Internet presence but they not gifted Diamond hardware in the chest glistening You ring her and I just missed her Y'all too invested in swimming in hoes I invest in life boats Cause the portfolio gon' keep me afloat till the day I turn this stock Benz to a white rolls I'm ghosting Right back at the tables I'm litty with the dice roll the whole house thinking the dice loaded I noticed, based on whoever's taking pictures determines the poses If I call tech then all of that g code shits getting decoded Oh shit, the thermostat is broken The game confusing these temp niggas that's playing it cool for being the coldest, ulterior motives And shit just lined up Roc hit me with the pitch telling me to spit shit is lit so I tic till times up then blow your mind up Boujee ass nigga in a little designer Niggas thought I lost it so I had to remind ya (oh yeah) That'll never be me, it'll never be Niggas is cap and everybody can't rap Your shit is not it I just hope that you notice Investing my money yeah I am more than an artist Play with your time, but they all pay me for mine I Stayed up late just to get my shots up Got real nice now my shit is locked up I pop niggas before these niggas pop up Stocks going up like a damn start up I only cop shit if the price going up Handle my business like a grown up I stayed down till I brought the ground up I shake shit till i shake the ground up And if you never heard me I bet you hear me now I just work non stop can't calm down Gotta call right back can't talk now Gotta call you right back can't talk now Vince hit me back with the shit Shit is lit, had to spit, had to get it off the rip till I blow your mind up Boujee ass nigga in a little designer Niggas thought i lost it so I had to remind ya (oh yeah) That'll never be me Nah that'll never be me