[Chorus - Cloud Mac]
I got the rollie up on top my wrist
I’m out for this money, I don’t give a shit
Back off you don’t know me, I could hit this lick
Yeah you are too phony, you ain’t in the clique
Clique, clique
You ain’t in the clique, Clique, clique
You ain’t in the clique, clique, clique
You ain’t in the clique, clique, clique

[Verse 1 - Cloud Mac]
I see you mans like to dance a lot
You ain’t man for that
You ain’t gang for that
So just take it back
Don’t ya act like you got plans for that
This is the major raps
We be making laps
We be shaking tracks
Spitting some shit so obscenly disturbed
Flipping the discs 'round until we are heard
Clenching and throwin' a fist up to top of this Earth

[Hook - Cloud Mac]
Blocking you out, yeah, squad, yeah
Gang, yeah, fans, yeah
Copping that crown, yeah, broads, yeah
Game, yeah, plans, yeah
Blocking you out, yeah, squad, yeah
Gang, yeah, fans, yeah
Copping that crown, yeah, broads, yeah
Game, yeah, plans, yeah

[Verse Two - Cloud Mac]
I’m blocking your name out right off of my phone
Yeah, stopping the thottin’ of your girl
She droppin' and givin’ me dome, yeah
She cumming inside of my home, yeah
Nah, you get the hotel
Yeah you and your boys are just one in the same
While I’m out here cooling with the OTJ
5 months ago I was just a fan
And now look at me
We are one in the same
Killing the game
Forging our names
Torching the lames
Thwarting the shames
And turning everything around with a lil' taste, yeah

[Hook]

[Third Verse - Atwood]
Come in the room with a couple of groupies
I'm lookin' fresh tryna Instagram flex
They do it to me the fame and the booties
I lose myself on some Eminem shit
Say I sound like Eminem shit
Told 'em I don't sound like anyone yet
Sugar coat it like some M&Ms, yeah
I'm just tryna be different, yeah
Catch me with RXSES becoming our bosses
A gift to the world that's that green and red spirit
Give up right now and just settle ya losses
You ain't goin' farther than you already been
Take the world on some OTJ shit
We controlling that's that OTJ clique
We been popping like some soda drinks, yeah
Rapping martyr boutta blow this game up
How he spit it with a gold chain flow?
That ain't none of ya business
On the Bright Side I ain't gettin' high
Well maybe just a bit, yeah
Tryna find my Paradise
Gon' search as long as I live, yeah
Keep it cold yeah I got the ice
Sub Zero all on my wrist, yeah

[Hook]

[Chorus]