Hiatus - Caskey

Tell me who you hang out with, I’ll tell who you are

Who are your friends?

Who are your buddies?

Who are your hood?

Who do you hang out with?

Who do you love hanging out with?

Where do you love hanging out?

Who are your friends, really?

A friend is a mirror unto you

If you were to look at your friend, you should see yourself

(It happened in 1947)

Don’t fuck 'round with my clique

My dogs, they off the shits

Don’t fuck 'round with my clique

I’m always on the shits

Don’t fuck 'round with my clique

We the realest ones out, point blank, period

We the ones who built the pyramids

We the ones who put in work

People say they coming for me and my spot

I can’t take 'em serious

I’m a Cash Money Records star and y’all delirious

Me and Bird going to Mars

Smoking on moon rock we got from the stars

Some of y’all be so obsessed with yourself

That your ego the only thing large

I just pulled up to the coast

Mike got an eighth and we put it in raws

Popping the bar with these rappers

I came a long way from just rappin' in bars

Came a long way from the action and scars

I got the gas and I’m pushing the nozzle

Back in the day when I ran from the cops

No father figure, I looked up to Nas

No politicking, I lived with the gods

Now it’s me and my homies and Bird

Your bitch getting all the attention and you get the curve

Thankful I know when to swerve

I’m back from my hiatus

I know we gonna answer people’s runs, they finna hate us

I know some people talking 'bout my team like they done made us

They must want meet they makers, I could deal with haters

Just don’t fuck 'round with my clique

My dogs, they off the shits

Don’t fuck 'round with my clique

I’m always on the shits

Don’t fuck 'round with my clique

Banging doors off the hinges, I don’t need permission

Lawyers calling me up daily, someone on a mission

I don’t owe you no commission

People swear that they on lifeline until you missin'

And everything start to lift off when you without 'em

Now is that me dissing or is that the truth?

I had some haters, shit

Back in the day when I was just a child, a youth

Back when my smile was missing a tooth

Look at me mama, I made it from out of the struggle

And did this shit all out the booth

Someone gon' jeopardize it, tryin' to bring down the house

I’ma put a shooter on the roof

I’ma have guns hiding at the crib

Take out everybody but the kid

I want Taz’s Angels in the club

I’m in 305, can I live?

I just might pop me a Xan'

I know that some people gon' hate it the second we drop

But you know I’m the man

And I got my team with me like we planned

I’m back from my hiatus

I know we gonna answer people’s runs, they finna hate us

I know some people talking 'bout my team like they done made us

They must want meet they makers, I could deal with haters

Just don’t fuck 'round with my clique

My dogs, they off the shits

Don’t fuck 'round with my clique

I’m always on the shits

Don’t fuck 'round with my clique