CLYDE.

And actually, it's quite the opposite, because you a masterpiece

And them girls be tryna copy you, but they just look raggedy.

They can't compare, you are the star of my gallery.

I'm so glad to have you in my reality.

But as of now, I can't deal with your absence; it saddens me.

If I tell you that I'm yours, please don't give myself back to me...

They say love is not possession, it's appreciation

But I don't see nobody that you could be replaced with

Your presence is sacred, you leave, and I'm vacant.

Nobody else fits, no matter how far you drift.

Take a hit, and maybe we can drift amongst the stars

It's deeper than what I'm spitting in these bars

Girl, I'm giving you my all,

That's the reason you're picking up when I call,

'Cause you already know who gon' pick you up when you fall...

In love, good girls, all in the club,

One-night stands, popping bottles of Bub’.

Different drugs, they down to do all the above,

But you never left my sight; you already saw what it was.

To tell the truth, I think I'm falling in love

You ain’t hot as me

You ain’t putting quality over quantity like me

If you were, I’m pretty sure that I could see

Honestly, I got some animosity bottled up

He thought that he was tough but Schama ain’t wanna squabble up

He said that he was bigger but I guess that it’s not enough (what?)

Check the Spotify numbers, he outta luck

I’m powered up, promise you won’t be waiting long

And everything I drop gon be leaving your brains blown

While yall boys still be making the same songs

Repetitive; spitting sedatives in cyclones

Stuck on your cable box and iPhones

Looking like Jamie Foxx and Tyrone

But I’m the only one that Allen Iverson can’t clone

Hope you practiced for the night cause the game’s on

PUT YA HANDS UP (x4)

WHERE YA MANS AT?

HE A DAMN SCRUB

HOW I KNOW?

HE THE LEADER OF YO FANCLUB

Wake up in the morning & I’m high from the last night

Looking for my phone with my cell phone’s flash light

If I’m gon crash out, isaa crash site

Only 1 Clyde, bitch, can’t no one RapLike

No L, couldn’t beat me in his past life

She know that I’m the shit but she think you an asswipe

If he think he doper than it must be the crack pipe

Where yo spins at?

I already hit a million, where yo M’s at?

I already did that

On the Spotify, ran it up like five times

Homie still behind, can’t match up with my grind

Mad about a cat that you asked to kill 9 times

And she still declined but you act like it’s my crime

Who’s the Greatest Twitter Rapper of all time?

Either I’ma get rich, or die trying to earn a cent

Word to Curtis… this desire is like a burning sin

Ben Franklin’s leaving temptation over her virgin skin

Flirted with fate and decided that it was worth the risk

Cause once I pop, I’ll never go away like reoccurring zits

The gap between bravado and bravery may be merging in

Don’t endorse fear but I put the rage in encouragement