Spectrum (GEOTHEORY Remix)

Run through your clique, you pissed on trip

I'ma have to bust you in your lips

And the whips better have a whole lotta chips

'Cause I ain't finna givin' tips

Run through your clique, you pissed on trip

I'ma have to bust you in your lips

And the whips better have a whole lotta chips

'Cause I ain't finna, I ain't finna

Run through your, run through your clique

Run through your, run through your clique

Run through your clique

Run through your, run through your clique

Run through your clique

Run through your, run through your clique

Run through your, run through your clique

Run through your clique

Run through your clique

Run through your, run through your clique

Run through your clique

Run through your, run through your clique

Run through your, run through your clique

I learned a lot in such a short amount of time

Everything that's fuckin' fine and gold, it ain't mine

Met you when I was like maybe fifteen years on you

You just act a little older, plus I heard you came from Arizona

And I was new, so I was poppin' up at house parties

Ridin' fucking dirty with the older **** ridin' for me

And they just taught me how the game work

I said fuck it, I'ma push a rock and buy you lotta dumb shit

But fuck it was my initial thought when I had met you

I was sittin' in the bleachers when your girls approached me

And they threw away your number like you wasn't taken or something

I told 'em, baby, I'm nothing, so why you wanna choose me?

They giggled and walked away, I prayed to God

It felt so right, I never knew the devil fuckin' looked this nice

So if you ever try to blame it on me, know I blame it on my dick

Know I'm sick, yeah, I run through your

Run through your clique, you pissed on trip

I'ma have to bust you in your lips

And the whips better have a whole lotta chips

'Cause I ain't finna, I ain't givin' tips

Run through your clique, you pissed on trip

I'ma have to bust you in your lips

And the whips better have a whole lotta chips

'Cause I ain't finna, I ain't givin' tips

Run through your clique, you pissed on trip

I'ma have to bust you in your lips

And the whips better have a whole lotta chips

'Cause I ain't finna, I ain't finna

Nineteen, I got a newer meanin'

Rocked monk beats, God sane, searchin' for a deeper meanin'

Still burnin' women, what a deadly contradiction

**** toyin' with the physical and spiritual

Lookin' back over my life and what a fuckin' trip

I coulda loved this bitch and lost myself so I could please the bitch

And never please the bitch is what I learned

And then I went away from everything

I started searchin' for one, well, uh

Mo' bitches, mo' money, mo' drugs

How my **** started robbin', went west, start juggin'

Picked rappin', they chose, I blew my crew

Got big, split wigs, still rob mo' rack

We battle, we fight, we won, big one

No pun, all skill, no bitch in my clique

Young ****, no whip, my **** legit

And I pray for my clan and my squad while I run through your

Clique, you pissed on trip

I'ma have to bust you in your lips

And the whips better have a whole lotta chips

'Cause I ain't finna, I ain't givin' tips

Run through your clique, you pissed on trip

I'ma have to bust you in your lips

And the whips better have a whole lotta chips

'Cause I ain't finna, I ain't finna

Run through your clique, you pissed on trip

I'ma have to bust you in your lips

And the whips better have a whole lotta chips

'Cause I ain't finna, I ain't givin' tips

Run through your clique, you pissed on trip

I'ma have to bust you in your lips

And the whips better have a whole lotta chips

Run through your clique

Run through your clique, you pissed on trip

I'ma have to bust you in your lips