Songtext Clap for him rewarded Plies

Clap for him rewarded

I got a day for these millies
Let's meet to my dreams watch my income pop a wheelie
Silly all this contraband it takes to make a killing
Even know the feeling maybe half a pill until your feelings
I mean wishing on a star wasn't free
And my mom spends two beers had us moving back in ease
It's slight work of nice perk take above your seat
I mean what's a tree without the leaves ,I'm falling nigga
They throwing shame like a modern nigga
I try to aly yaly you but I'm no clipper
The fans say I'm cold like a devil winter
So you can understand why I got a temper
I'm heated, partially conceded
Falling back home ol' LeBron no receit in
Curse says a fetus my blessing's moving slow
But my name's like your girl guaranteed is gonna blow

I said
Clap for him
Clap for clap
Clap for clap
I said
Clap for him
Clap for clap
Clap for me now
I said
Ahhhh ahhh ahhh
Now clap your hands
Now clap your hands
Now clap your hands
I said
Ahhhh ahhh ahhh
Now clap your hands
Clap for him
Clap for him

In the motel 6
Dreaming of a wish I've been working ever since
Excuse me for this struggle and my truth of content
I just feel I'm beyond this while these others just pretend
Before you skip my song ye he say he ain't lyrical
Homie I spit miracles your ass just ain't spiritual
College kids need me like milk needs cereal
Highlight my verses say I'm fucking biblical
Moses to these stain now they fear off life
Kemble with the devil running 7's on my dice
Homeless been broke on my soul don't have a price
So if you dare to ask me I just say I live twice
Something like Jesus with my fans in the van like the fam
Much love to my working mexicans
Only got one shot I'll be damned not to bust
You would think I had a gun
Oh now wait I got the hands on

Clap for him
Clap for him
Clap for him
Clap for him
Clap for him
Clap for him
Now clap your hands
Now clap your hands
Now clap your hands
I said
Ahhhh ahhh ahhh
Now clap your hands
Clap for him
Clap for him

And they said, would you ever come lame
When Daryl got killed yeah that might be the day
'Cause you ain't in my face you can't recognize my change
Where I head with on my boss boss caught that cold case
Getting lifted I ain't got time for no inner mission
I'ma need this soul short to speak my whole mission
Missionary like a mormon with too many women
They in love with the D that's in composition
Block block block block block what they yelling now
Knock it knock yeah the eviction's on my house
What they yelling now

The dreaming was a drug guess I need rehab
In need of high fives tired of these low hands
I'm high of life and this dealer is an ass
If we come too fast we call that baby Lohan
She say that I do too much and I drink too bad
I need that real housewife and not that TV shit
How the hell you can't keep her on a ring
And how you want a love story but can't sing
They say they put my best for em and then I stop
The only right ya my hood is musical half ops
And yeah I used to ball but too money for a shot
Now I do the music for the niggers living by the rock
No this is my patience is running up
Living out my mamma's house
Even worse I've been sexing all these girls on the couch
I should go to hell, damn
Oh Lord get a blessing from the liquor store

You can tell me now we good
You can tell me now we good
Wanna shout for my people that can't score
Wanna shout for my people that don't care