New Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' July 11 Pre-Order Now - https://letgodsortemout.com/ Follow Clipse Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/clipse/ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@clipse Twitter: https://x.com/clipse Lyrics 16,000 square 8 million up there, 2 million down here When I was born, Grandmama could see it I be Bentley driven and very strategic R.M. sleeve, no diamonds are needed Floors are heated, so be it, so be it F****** wit’ P, get something immediate Your soul don’t like your body, we help you free it Then we wait for TMZ to leak it It ain’t no secret, so be it, so be it Smoke So be it, so be it Smoke So be it C-L-I-P-S-E, epi 8 ball, LV I can show you how to bust a brick if you let me I monogram like confetti Switches ready She leaning on Celine cause she ain’t stepping in Giuseppe Catch a buck 50 like each Pirelli I got 8 of ‘em, call me Andretti If I’m not in the telly selling the yeti Then I’m twirling your b**** like she in spaghetti Heavy, circle back and come and get this Kelly And your ears too if you want ‘em blue like Belly Lotta jetting, Prada bedding 911’s, I’m the who’s who with what’s what Papa heaven F*** around and get your body traced tryna test me Cause n***** that I’m wit’ like to draw when it’s sketchy If they catch me, don’t forget me Resurrect me Buy a dog tag the same place that they baguette me Ski Smoke So be it, so be it Smoke So be it, So be it You ain’t solid Ain’t valid, you ain’t Malice Been quiet Ain’t riot, you ain’t Paris Blow money, you owe money We ain’t balanced You ain’t believe, God did You ain’t Khaled All black Back to back, this ain’t traffic Can’t wrap your head ‘round that You ain’t Arab Y’all tweet, bird talk We all parrots Lone star, cross the boarder We like Dallas 21 gun salute We been savage Tag ‘em up, add ‘em up Them n***** average Fly ‘em in, fly ‘em out Only the baddest If I had her then you had her, she never mattered Wish upon the stars on my roof They all scattered Ain’t no more Neptunes so P’s Saturn Off the first ski up, they re-up It’s a pattern Like middle men they killing them You know what happened Ski Smoke So be it, so be it Smoke So be it You cried in front of me You died in front of me Calabasas took your b**** and your pride in front of me Heard Utopia had moved right up the street And her lip gloss was poppin’, she ain’t need you to eat The net gon’ call it the way that they see it But I got the video, I can share and A.E. it They wouldn’t believe it but I can’t unsee it Lucky I ain’t TMZ it So be it, so be it Smoke So be it, so be it Smoke So be it, So be it #Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell