King Nane - Clout

Y'all niggas do it for clout
Y'all niggas do it for fame
Swearing to God that you different
But all of y'all sounding the same
Lame nigga slid in my lane?
I think you fucking insane
Get a few likes and they running their mouth
All of you niggas are lame

Hold up, roll up, numbers go up
Get some clout and hoes gon show up
People changing once they blow up
Lord Jehovah, pray they grow up
Pick the dough up off the floor
Swore I told y'all once before
I am still the man, understand that they can't ignore
Understand that that's the plan
Now the man's in high demand
Place the bands before the fans
Fuck the world don't give a damn
Bank account got me delirious
Y'all care too much bout appearances
Doing the most in your posts
Hold up, I know he ain't serious
Stay in the cut, so mysterious
No wonder why people so curious
Always inquire on my moves
Really it's rather hilarious
Really my mood mighty various
Really I drip like aquariums
Ain't nobody fucking with King
You niggas don't meet the criteria
Niggas so typical
No one's original
Niggas so focused on likes and it's pitiful
Lacking the principle
Everything's digital
Looking at screens but they missing the visual
Master my Kraft then get back to the cheese
I'm just a rookie but I got the keys
Bars are so hard but I kill em with ease
Spaz on a beat and I leave it deceased

Y'all niggas do it for clout
Y'all niggas do it for fame
Swearing to God that you different
But all of y'all sounding the same
Lame nigga slid in my lane?
I think you fucking insane
Get a few likes and they running their mouth
All of you niggas are lame

You niggas praying for likes
I'm too busy just raising the price
If it's risky I'm rolling the dice
Drinking whiskey, beholding the prize
If I take a L I won't take it to Twitter
Just hold that and go on my grind
Go deep in my bag like some fries
You can see the desire in my eyes
Niggas hate me, underestimate me
But my one concern is my goals
Try to bait me, you can't ever play me
And I won't confirm with no post
Solely focused on my inner mission
Don't need no stoppage or no intermission
Steady cooking, I been in the kitchen
Got so many bars I feel like I'm in prison
Bitch I'm coming, hide your women children
I just listen to my inner intuition
And it's saying school em, bitch I get tuition
People said it's fiction, they ain't see the vision
Now they see the shit is coming to fruition
See you niggas captions, that's the shit I'm living
I just do the action, do you niggas get it?
How the fuck you flexing out a Honda Civic?
Underground, bitch I'm ghost
Give a fuck 'bout no post
I just work on my gross
Ice on chill, we on froze
You snap your friends, I just snap on beats
Setting trends, you just sending tweets
Playing 2k, made that in a week
Tryna hit a milli, word to Wayne and Meek
Yeah it's nice you got a thousand follows
Got the same amount in my bank account
Keep it DL, you keep on the TL
And the work you doing really ain't profound
I don't need no fucking validation
From a nigga begging for a shouting out
I do this shit for the love
Never do nothing for clout

Y'all niggas do it for clout
Y'all niggas do it for fame
Swearing to God that you different
But all of y'all sounding the same
Lame nigga slid in my lane?
I think you fucking insane
Get a few likes and they running their mouth
All of you niggas are lame

Wrote the verse
But I don't rehearse
And I broke the curse
Now the Rover skrt
See the rolls reversed
I'm the goat you heard?
On they throats I perch
Told them go to church
Told them pray to God
To y'all talking shit and fake playing hard
I'm the ace of spades and I play my cards right
Kill a beat with no regards
And I won't depart

Niggas change up like MLB
See I aim for checks and y'all aim to please
Told your feed that you did the deed
But when trials come you was taking pleas
Begging please, need to see my niece
You can't stomach grief like Crohn's disease
Your bars are weak
So fucking elementary
I'm here to teach
Like abc, or 123
I school emcees on mp3
How does it feel when peeps
Don't even love you but liking your tweets
Claiming you came from the streets
But you residing in suites
All you niggas are sweet
The DMV, that's the 301
I can't vibe with niggas that be bumping gums 'cause

Y'all niggas do it for clout
Y'all niggas do it for fame
Swearing to God that you different
But all of y'all sounding the same
Lame nigga slid in my lane?
I think you fucking insane
Get a few likes and they running their mouth
All of you niggas are lame

Written by:
Anane Gyedu

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