[Verse 1: CLVS]

My ancestors in the field with a grimace

Callous hands with the forehead drippin'

Yo I must be trippin' cause all I worry about is a field goal percentage

Slam dunks like Blake Griffin

Cause we all got dreams of Ballin'

Chasing after rings like I'm sonic

Now I'm on it

I'm too clean with the phonics

Chase shots with hydroponics

Gin and tonics paired with sacks of the chronic

Just to flavor rhymes like garlic

Your boy got the sauce color scarlet

Don't get phased

Harlots turn to starlets in my embrace

Give them the highlife for a quick taste

Just enough to bump my ish for a few days

No I don't pay, I ain't feedin purses

Hoping I can make another purchase

Dream of chopping blades on the excursion

I keep it 300 so I'm looking for a Persian

Go ahead and hate cause I'm over here workin'

Trying to make it big before I see them curtains

Beat up beats they might charge me with battery

Yeah, I spit like dope fill all my cavities

Now I'm bussin like sacks in a drug mule

I been crazy, you jackasses just drug fueled

You don't wanna feud with Clovis(CLVS)

Survey says that I'm backed by the EOP

Enemies of the people

Slank hit you with that one-two words way too lethal

Stepping to the pit don't be barking like a beagle

Leave you lifeless without the desert eagle

We too nice, wait a second, we too mean

Ain't tripping off the threads and the seams

We just running through the game like Mariota in Eugene

Yeah, Mariota in Eugene

I must say I'd partake in a parlay

If the odds against me then I'm taking me all day

Don't think I just spray

Saturday night's live shouts to Tina Fey

They say crime pays so I guess I'll stay broke

Repping H-Town till the day that I croak

[Shout outs: CLVS]

Shouts out to the EOP

I see you slank

What up Q

Dirt

I got you Stew