Clear Light - Buckshot, P-Money, Chelsea Reject

These niggas be killin

For anybody watching

Saying you getting money

Them niggas broke as a dutch

Everybody spending more than they make

To be famous

You wanna make it big

Then start making payments

You want big money

You want big cars

Got you in the big looks

But not big bars

Brahs shoot broads

Come off at the van

Right before you reach mine

Right after you leave his

Gee whiz, i’m blessed

Because I keep my position like a gps

I know plenty heads are stressed

But I stress facts

Checks is grown

I dress in slacks

Why lie, crazy high

Pays

Put style

My style is fly

Oooh

You can call them business buffs

Hard body and hard bottles

Who is this fuck

Man what?

Yo, yo

It’s going down

Said it’s the reject

Yea, you gonna need this

Took all the criticism

Don’t even know what you talkin bout

Murder premedidated

Tell the coroner bring the coffins out

Cause ain’t nobody’s career saved

Not even drake’s

Cause you can own it

But I don’t mean nobody can come and take it

And I ain’t saying names just to say shit

Remember

My people came on a slave shit

Not austrians or racists

So fuck that nigga

That’s a run I came through

I had to shoot

Both the Glock and the boothe

And I reloaded the gun

Like my vision

My word I do open

Had to go in for all the masses of people

Deal with masked emotions

So bask in the moment

Because it’ll be over before you know it

It’s the reject they rejected between the opponent

After hand thinking

I’m way too potent (way too potent)

Don’t begin to treat the

The symbol of the mind

Wind and fire

Yup annihilation

Then you beat that back

Why you even bother

Why you even wanna try and rush

Killin my flow

Apocalyptic, no survivors

Hah

I’m on the road to riches

Fuck you sons of bitches

Daddy warbucks

I fucks with the vicious

Dimmer week

It’s in my speech

When I peek

Through the window like a swift breeze

Enemies die then

I supply daily

I supply really

Really?

How many niggas who step up to the plate

Nigga pass first base

I’m out the gate

Wait

Barry bonds

Mary barden

Begging

Half a cookie

Rookie

One laning

Listen my mission

Make money

Make moves

Do what I gotta do for my whole crew

Some young

Some old

Some smack dead in the middle of the bullshit sold

Let’s take it to the next higher gear

Vip money

Get money on the next flight

It’s going down