Tell lies on the man and I don't understand cuz they don't really love me like I do We came up from the sandbox to unfollow block cuz they don't really love me like I do Always had deep-seated issues when they come to those pistols cuz they don't really love me like I do Yeah, they chuckle in a grin But the violence going in cuz they don't really love me like I do
[Verse 1:C.L Smooth]
Listen here people gonna love you and people going hate
But as long as see CL Smooth and business come straight
The earth going ship and the bags going lift
Just the range and the sound of my voice could be the gift
How they see Me move mountains through peaks and valleys Hear my name ring bells through blocks and alleys
To cover up those scars and bruises of the street
In the spots Where it's bitter I just pull up sweet
My sin is like Creed, but my drip is more Dior
Most likely with a broad you never seen before
So get in real nice good energy great vibes
I thrive in the places where most don't survive
Legendary cut different low-key no clown
And this is how the best of the best can hit the town
[Verse 2: Termanology]
Everything you do come around 360 outfit is crispy
Mouth full of whiskey never took a year off
So how could they miss me?
I probably have a hundred albums by the time I'm 50
Miss me with the bullshit, man I had to go legit wrote a hit
Fancy day I spit rhymes copious it hands full of boulders it
All the hoes noticed it hopping out the CL with C.L
You know, it's lit Paul Wall riding shotgun We in Brooklyn
I'm a day is chopping up the beat good-looking
Haters mad at me 'cuz my shorty good-looking
In the box smelling like grandma's cooking
Pink pastel polo on the pins Got a rose I could sip
Hollows in the clip on the magazine cover looking freshly dip
The new whip same color as a Nestle quick
[Verse 1:C.L Smooth]
Listen here people gonna love you and people going hate
But as long as see CL Smooth and business come straight
The earth going ship and the bags going lift
Just the range and the sound of my voice could be the gift
How they see Me move mountains through peaks and valleys Hear my name ring bells through blocks and alleys
To cover up those scars and bruises of the street
In the spots Where it's bitter I just pull up sweet
My sin is like Creed, but my drip is more Dior
Most likely with a broad you never seen before
So get in real nice good energy great vibes
I thrive in the places where most don't survive
Legendary cut different low-key no clown
And this is how the best of the best can hit the town
[Verse 2: Termanology]
Everything you do come around 360 outfit is crispy
Mouth full of whiskey never took a year off
So how could they miss me?
I probably have a hundred albums by the time I'm 50
Miss me with the bullshit, man I had to go legit wrote a hit
Fancy day I spit rhymes copious it hands full of boulders it
All the hoes noticed it hopping out the CL with C.L
You know, it's lit Paul Wall riding shotgun We in Brooklyn
I'm a day is chopping up the beat good-looking
Haters mad at me 'cuz my shorty good-looking
In the box smelling like grandma's cooking
Pink pastel polo on the pins Got a rose I could sip
Hollows in the clip on the magazine cover looking freshly dip
The new whip same color as a Nestle quick
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