WROTE the BOOK DJ Clen (Ft. A-Reece, Jay Jody & L-Tido)

[Intro]
(Damn Sundae)

[Verse 1: L-Tido]
I'm sippin' on Jamaican Rum
Laid up with a Asian hun
Yeah my name is L but I'm never takin' none
I'm on the road to riches so I got these thotties trippin'
They be on that bullshit like Scottie Pippen
Think they got me slippin'
But I'm smooth like Versace linen
My only weakness is Swati women
My vision clear, it's only dough that I'm after
You buyin' bitches bottles, you should buy your masters, ha
Tryna be paid in full on that Rico shit
Ghost wrote a couple hits on some Ne-Yo shit
When niggas doubted God believed like Oskido did
Who launched K.O solo career? Tido did
I probably gotta die first before I get my kudos
But I don't sweat it, give me my credit in blue notes
Dollar, Pounds and Euros
You should take a few notes, huh
On how to hustle, that shit in my blood like glucose
Realest nigga in the game is what I gotta be
That's why your bitch scope a star like astrology
A groupie to me but to you she a boo thang
Her body count got more niggas than the Wu-Tang
I'm dodgin' groupie hoes, lame niggas with goofy clothes
Type of bitches that be actin' with no mivie roles
Will Tido slow down? Man, who truly knows
Niggas mad my new bitch look like Rubi Rose
I'm past the point of seekin' validation from the net
Or searching for approval from people I never met
I'm secluded, I be trusting dudes a lot less
'Cause motherfuckers sold their souls like Stock X