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Clarity (ft. Bino Rideaux & Dave East)

Yeah, yeahI limo tint the coupe ain't no clarity in my whip

That Rollie bezzel dazzle, that's clarity on my wrist

That .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip

I ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel

I ain't gon' keep stressin' on problems, I'm doin' drugs

You can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up

All my enemies defeated, we run it up

All my money go away when I count it up

Used kiss my granny, make my mornin' swerves

Foggy window in my Cutlass was my learning curve

Keep a couple pistols in my furniture

Every time they serve my set, we came to service yours

Tell you somethin' bout my city in case you never heard

All these gangs in competition, who gon' murder more?

We never wave no white flag in this urban war

Head shots so you murder stores

Check out my perfect form

Straight out the eye of this perfect storm

I did my mine with a perfect score

Don't waste time we just work some more

Rolls Royce raps and my tone is Forbes

I'ma take it overboard

Goyard by my .44

Go hard cause this world is yours

I'ma pay that fee

Smoked out with E-40 on

Bossed up like a Corleone

In these Maybach seats

I limo tint the coupe, ain't no clarity in my whip

That Rollie bezzel dazzle, that's clarity on my wrist

That .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip

I ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel

I ain't gon' keep stressin' on problems, I'm doin' drugs

You can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up

All my enemies defeated, we run it up

All my money go away when I count it upProjects to the condo, thinkin' bout should I decorate?

Only motivation I ever needed was Section 8

Pissy staircases, rats and roaches, wasn't restin' late

Coke and dope we separate

Ain't bagged it yet, they better wait

S600 black Mercedes-Benz, I love the features

Free my cousin, the D's caught him with 100 pieces

Foreign visas, smokin' in Japan, I'm from the cement

One of the homies start tellin', I ain't wanna believe it

Backwoods still burnin' out, Maserati murkin'

This that shit they ain't heard about, certified in person

Real niggas serve a purpose, write my life out in these verses

Clarity in this Rollie, my bitch into Fendi purses

On Slauson with no license, Nipsey told me bring a two liter

Twenty thousand on me, I just made that shit off two features

Cuzzo just came home and all he askin' for is new sneakers

Sun up to sundown I used to trap, I was like who need it?

Dave East niggaI limo tint the coupe, ain't no clarity in my whip

That Rollie bezzel dazzle, that's clarity on my wrist

That .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip

I ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel

I ain't gon' keep stressin' on problems, I'm doin' drugs

You can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up

All my enemies defeated, we run it up

All my money go away when I count it up

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