$ubo - Clutch

You won't block
My shine
No
You won't stop
My grind
We not scared
To die
I keep that Nina
To my side
Cannot hold
My pride
See all my hittaz
We gone slide
Subo on the
Rise
Yeah
Subo on the
Rise
You won't block
My shine
No
You won't stop
My grind
We not scared
To die
I keep that Nina
To my side
Cannot hold
My pride
See all my hittaz
We gone slide
Subo on the
Rise
Yeah
Subo on the
Rise

Girl I like
The finer things
Foreign cars
N diamond rings
Riding in that
Candy paint
Smoking dank
Sipping drank
Stay in yo
Place
I'm coming wit them
Heavyweights
You can't relate
Just imitate
The feelings
Faint
25 n screaming
Fuck the
Prison gates
Bad bitch
Buss it for the
Teeeeeeaaam
Ay
All my niggas
Pulling out the
Beeeaams
Ay
Do it for the
Money n the
Dreeeaams
Wait
Shit is never
Really wat it
Seems
Dang
You better
Check ya wifey
Man
She's thinking
If she likes you
Dam
My bitches
Call me plumber
If she lets me
I will
Pipe her man
Cooler than
A ceiling fan
Run it back
Like Killa man
You niggas
Couldn't get
The plan
Cause ware I'm
From it's
Quickened sand
It's sad
Y we gotta
Fall short
Like the 3 point
Line on the
Ball court
Got some mixed
Up feelings
N it's hard
To sort
Couple junkies
In the hood
N they all snort

You won't block
My shine
No
You won't stop
My grind
We not scared
To die
I keep that Nina
To my side
Cannot hold
My pride
See all my hittaz
We gone slide
Subo on the
Rise
Yeah
Subo on the
Rise
You won't block
My shine
No
You won't stop
My grind
We not scared
To die
I keep that Nina
To my side
Cannot hold
My pride
See all my hittaz
We gone slide
Subo on the
Rise
Yeah
Subo on the
Rise

Written by:
Marquis Banhan

Publisher:
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