Verse the sun kissed......

Yea I don’t do cliques Packs of illusions hoppin round Recruiting to feel full…

Said yea I don’t do tricks besides yall sense match yall cents and I want more in my pockets than lint Need more by my side than slick grins Got more on my mind than fitting in

I’m tryna show out Click and clack… be all about my talk Click and clack… it’s all in my walk

all matter and fact

I need room to move Not standing in place likely laced In a likely place keeping pace with the jones’s taking loans out on futures to stunt now for late loosers No…

My whole outfit was on sale So I can finance my dream I put my wants in jail Those namebrands are in my hands off in the distance and if I’m persistant My clicks will be red bottom edition One admission One ticket for vision