[Chorus:KJ]
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody do me like my muthaf*ckin
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than the muthaf*ckin
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad b*tches, man, they want the
They want the, they want the
Yeah
[Verse:Trey Coachman]
I pertain all these mixed emotions in my brain
I'm insane
Got game
No need for fame
I frame my success with my bro's
My reign of victory
Listen fake "G"s
You'll never know how this feels
When you wake every morning and say
"Gotta keep it real"
In my clique we talk less to say more
We store in our core more metaphors
Harder then metal doors
That keep out whores that you try to holla at
Hey mom I'll be right back
Gotta show the pure image of black
Not even born in the trap
Don't rap this weak crap
When I'm supporting my teams back
Taken it to a whole different level
Yeah the one next
When I comes with work when I die
That's when I'll rest