J-REYEZ's video: Kanye West - Clique ft Big Sean Jay-Z J-REYEZ LYDIA PAEK

Instagram: https://instagram.com/JREYEZ Twitter: https://twitter.com/JREYEZ Facebook: https://facebook.com/JREYEZ Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/J-REYEZ Lyrics: (intro) what of the dollar you murdered for is that the one fighting for your soul or your brother's the one that you're running from but if you got money, fuck it, cause I want some (chorus) ain't nobody fucking with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique ain't nobody fresher than my mothafuckin clique, clique, clique, clique, clique as I look around, they don't do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique and all these bad bitches, man, they want the they want the, they want the (verse 1) I'm talkin' Hangman, the Greedy Grin, and at the top you'll see me with Tommy C, and shout to Lyddz, success I'm trying to get a piece of it and Nu-Lite is that true life, and I'm trying to get my crew right don't play games and don't push me, 'cause y'all mothafuckas at two strikes I'ma just stay within my business, fuck an artist thats politicin' I got this far with no assistance, go the distance, start to finish certain odds that I'm trying to beat so the whole world sees I'm working hard fuck the people that were involved 'cause you won't be there when the curtain calls the show's over, you getting older, everybody then give you the shoulder you go lower, can't stay sober, lose your life and it's all over no publicist and I'm runnin' shit, I keep it real and I get busy said I can't do it and it's so silly, but with the damn music I'ma make a milli (verse 2) slow it down, slow it down, so y'all idiots can understand I've grown up, look at me now, damn I'm the fuckin' man I just began, you fall down 'cause your dumb ass ain't got nothing planned you're lukewarm and I'm hip hop, and I've been hot but not summer jam I'm tired of these rappers that be singing R&B shit I'm tired of these rappers who gossipin' who they sleep with I ain't talking bout melodies, there's hip hop and there's R&B (singing) don't start with me y'all ain't bringin' hip hop back and y'all be singing, that's not rap I get stronger, can't stop that, I set the bar like a squat rack they questioning how far he goes, run the damn thing, it's good cardio do this shit Daly gotta Carson flow, 'nother target yo, get the arsenal couldn't afford to pay for videos so I became a director I've been around the world, my passport should be a stamp collector they said I couldn't make it and they hating but I'm smiling and I'm stylin' bitch, ain't nobody fucking with my clique (verse 3) I'm feeling a little antsy, looking through all of the pantries just hand me what I need now so I can hurry up with all of the planning them thoughts driven in my brain, see I don't think y'all would understand me pain inside and it's hurting me, an emergency with no crash landing just falling down, bury ya six feet deep no regret in me, I'm taking you down and now it's history make you feel the heat, the feeling of burning inside and we learned and we tried, and I yearned and decide, and now I'm burning the lies need some of that gasoline, ah shit where the matches at and it won't be quick and painless bitch, you need to react to that you sitting and watching the dripping and dropping, your whole attire is soaked up set the fire no hold up, and then bury your grave that's way below us the light is ignited and sweating in seconds, a lesson to learn it's better to burn, for the better or worst and my head doesn't turn and I set you right next to your journal what you feeling right now ain't close to the inside, this is just the external and karma's a bitch and that bitch is crazy, leave you with no one to turn to have you felt the feeling of melting, nobody hears when you're screaming help me see what hell sees, and it's so deep, down to the bottom, hot in the core this is my voice, that's just the way I project it don't like me? that's your choice, but you still gonna respect it