Rose Clique

They call me Young Nip C-Note, Rose Clicquot

Talkin' to my girl while your bitch give me deep throat

Shootin' at the world, dog, 'cause life is just a free throw

Shoppin' on rodeo in some dickies, that's my steelo

Played out pussy, please don’t offer me, no

If sex was a weapon, she could not kill a mosquito

Little mama lost her grip, pastrami around her pee hole

Got too many miles, baby, that’s a repo

Shorty's in denial, really tryna fuck with me though

I'm way out your league so please excuse my ego

Diamonds in my Cuban link, my Rolex presidential

Penthouses and beach homes, perrier and patron

Told you way before about this baller shit I be on

Young Nipsey Hussle ain't some shit that you should sleep on

Rich before rap, had to let the streets go

Faith in my transition, I knew I’ll be back in beast mode

Catch a case, that’s the tradition, either that or six believe no

Still somehow I understood that I could make the seed grow

And that one day that tree will bear fruit to feed my people

That one day is upon us, grab your fork it's time to eat, bro

Slauson Ave he's so

Rapper, CEO

And if we're all actors, I guess I'll be Al Pacino

And it was all after when they thought I was finito

Not my Valentino, it's what I got up my sleeve though

LAX to JFK then on our way to Heathrow

At the polo lounge in here sippin' cappuccino

Spendin' pounds, every purchase man this feeling has no equal

If you come from where I come from, it's rare that you see folk

That did it like I did it but do it ‘cause we need more

Cuba Gooding Juniors kill 'em with that submarine flow

Like every man of honor had to conquer Rob De Niro

Like Ginger in Casino or that runway light in Heat

That shadow in the grass from when Vincent shot him off his feet

In other words, life is just a fight against your disbeliefs

That's why I'm screamin' I'm the greatest of all time like Young Ali

Play Mohammad to these false prophets in this industry

But I’m just me, catch me cruising solo in my 2-seat B-E-N-Z

Or at the Roosevelt with Rimpau smokin' weed TMZ

Flashing lights like Kanye album number three, but I’m gon' be

From R.S.C. 'til the day I D-I-E, so I crank my beat and hit the gas on 'em