Roc Worthy - Clear My Throat (feat. Vince Godson) Lyrics

Yeah
When the sun comes up I'll be drunk again
I just want the money want the benjamins
Boy I feel like Khalid all we do is win
Got the all black tux I might run for president
Rollin in a Benz I don't need friends
I be getting jaded on the weekends
Get it how I live gotta make ends
Pray all my brothers make it out the ends, Amen
Making shit jump like a hiccup
My niggaz cray make him fold like a sit up
If I go broke nigga Imma still get up
Crowd full of sheep nigga I will stick up
Can't hear a word nigga speak up
Can't fall down nigga we up
This the news homie read up
Excuse my French séniorita
Who told you that I came to play this thing not a game
I take the cash boy f*ck the fame
I'm not okay the boy go insane
I go bananas
Too hot a sauna
Might call ya mama
Call you mañana
I'm in Bahamas
You sleep pajamas
You sleep pajamas
You sleepin on me
I'm getting to the bag it's apparent
They talkin to me yeah they better have clearance
Internet thugs they don't show their appearance
You lackin in heart I can tell by your spirit
Yeah
Hi bitch I'm back again
Had to take off then I land again
I don't think you boys can comprehend
Don't have a option I gotta win
You keep it a buck
I just keep it a hundred grand

Narrative spinning and the plot twisting
Internet presence but they not gifted
Diamond hardware in the chest glistening
You ring her and I just missed her
Y'all too invested in swimming in hoes
I invest in life boats
Cause the portfolio gon' keep me afloat till the day I turn this stock Benz to a white rolls
I'm ghosting
Right back at the tables I'm litty with the dice roll the whole house thinking the dice loaded
I noticed, based on whoever's taking pictures determines the poses
If I call tech then all of that g code shits getting decoded
Oh shit, the thermostat is broken
The game confusing these temp niggas that's playing it cool for being the coldest, ulterior motives
And shit just lined up
Roc hit me with the pitch telling me to spit shit is lit so I tic till times up then blow your mind up
Boujee ass nigga in a little designer
Niggas thought I lost it so I had to remind ya (oh yeah)
That'll never be me, it'll never be

Niggas is cap and everybody can't rap
Your shit is not it I just hope that you notice
Investing my money yeah I am more than an artist
Play with your time, but they all pay me for mine
I Stayed up late just to get my shots up
Got real nice now my shit is locked up
I pop niggas before these niggas pop up
Stocks going up like a damn start up
I only cop shit if the price going up
Handle my business like a grown up
I stayed down till I brought the ground up
I shake shit till i shake the ground up
And if you never heard me I bet you hear me now
I just work non stop can't calm down
Gotta call right back can't talk now
Gotta call you right back can't talk now

Vince hit me back with the shit
Shit is lit, had to spit, had to get it off the rip till I blow your mind up
Boujee ass nigga in a little designer
Niggas thought i lost it so I had to remind ya (oh yeah)
That'll never be me
Nah that'll never be me