Hiatus

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 f*ck 'round with my clique My dogs, they off the shit's Don't f*ck 'round with my clique I'm always on the shit's Don't f*ck '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 f*ck 'round with my clique My dogs, they off the shit's Don't f*ck 'round with my clique I'm always on the shit's Don't f*ck '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 f*ck 'round with my clique My dogs, they off the shit's Don't f*ck 'round with my clique I'm always on the shit's Don't f*ck 'round with my clique