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Clavish

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2022

Blue Plate

No Interview Freestyle

PUBLIC FIGURE
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[Chorus]
Two hands in the air, no bread, he's still gonna run that dinner
What them man got ain't big, my side of the 6, guns that's bigger
Louis, Chanel, Celine on me
It's clear, I'm a public dripper
Still might do it in public
Even though I know I'm a public figure
Public figure, I know I'm a public figure
Offwhite, he a public driller
Did that up with his public dipper
In and out with this public fig'
Don't wanna get caught in public with her
Gotta have someone that's on spinnin'
Spillin' 'cah I'm a public figure
[Verse]
I know I'm an artist, but if I see three numbers, know I'm spinnin' the coupe
Public figure, really done hittins
I got a hitter when I'm in the stu'
One YG ain't got shit on his knife
He told me, "Bro, tryna get mе a few"
I told him straight, "No one don't care if thеm drills that you do ain't hittin' the news"
Huh, heard my man's hittin' it, can't be jealous, I'm hittin' it too
Know what to do, I'll stick it and move
Don't wave in the air, I'll stick it in goons
If you rep a block I don't like
What's the chance I'ma stick it in you?
'Member when I first bought Liz?
That crack came yellow, Winnie The Pooh
My life been topsy turvy
Clean the apartment, dirty bando
Offensive weapon clean, but I left that scene with a dirty Rambo
Judge gave Lupee seven
Said that's nuttin' that I can't handle
If the C.A.T. says, "Give me the light"
Just know he don't want no candle
Plugged In money got me a suttin'
Pissed me off, I ain't throwin' no hands
Kinder Bueno, digital scales
My trap got more than a hundred cats
The runners that I be walkin' in
Cost me roughly a hundred grams
The man there dickheads, my ting different
Came out of jail to a hundred bands
Fly uptown, no valid reason
Buy whatever the fuck's in season
Put my blacks on, you know the vibes
See me a paigon, you know the meanin'
She got a man, with me, she's cheatin'
Use to tag up food in Steven's
I'm in a Bentley, Bentayga, interior, Reese's Pieces
Free Crash, always ready, leg shot? No, tryna get skelly
Cartier frozen, diamonds wet
Man, I just score and get me a skelly
Free SJ, spent his time tryna put opps in the air, heli
I know I'm a public figure, still tryna put it on telly
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[Chorus]
Two hands in the air, no bread, he's still gonna run that dinner
What them man got ain't big, my side of the 6, guns that's bigger
Louis, Chanel, Celine on me
It's clear, I'm a public dripper
Still might do it in public
Even though I know I'm a public figure
Public figure, I know I'm a public figure
Off-White, he a public driller
Did that up with his public dipper
In and out with this public fig'
Don't wanna get caught in public with her
Gotta have someone that's on spinnin'
Spillin' 'cah I'm a public figure

Public Figure

NRF FREESTYLE
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Ah
I been through the wars, mad pain, not mentionin' stress
Take away my taps, I still got a lot on my chest
Crash, aimin' for your hat, why you coppin' a vest?
I told ****, but, he's shook to finesse
'Nough niggas gon' fail if they get put to the test
A youngin talkin' 'bout an opp, he tryna put him to bed
I'm always clean, but, when it's time to step, I'm makin' a mess
They gave my nigga half a decade for a pick and a text
Kurt gave me more weight so I can put it in pebs
He just wanna see me shine, it's all love and respect
He make sure we got guns that got lots of lеd
And the funny thing is, he ain't evеn from the end (Word)
Bitches think I'm weird 'cause we hit and don't chat again
My niggas think I'm weird 'cause I don't want rapper friends
Me and Keegz used to play with the .9 all night
Then come back the next day and babysit the mache' again
I'm C-L-A-V, I ain't doin' rap battles
Might send two disses, nothin' that I can't handle
Finesse food, switch sim, to me, that's no hastle
Last **** I saw, gave him more drip then flannels
Promoters think they can tell me how much people I come with
If I can't bring my whole gang, then, fuck your money
I'm in Dubai in the big Benz, fuck the Culli'
Susie only wants rice, she said, "Fuck the curry"
You can say that I just rap, but, minus that, I've still done more than you
And, that's no cap, I'm puttin' that on my dead niggas, you should know that
Leave his top red, now, he's twinin' with a Coke can
I'm lucky there was no cam', I'm so gang
I think I should 'low it 'cause I'll ride for you
But, would you ride for me? Now, I doubt it
The love's still there, just don't wanna be around him
I don't do F, so, my runners literally cost me a thousand
I'm married to the Queen's head, don't plan on havin' affairs
If I say I need teeth, I ain't chattin' veneers
How you still on the twos? You been trappin' for years
If M got paralyzed, he'll probably trap in a chair
Stylin' teachers is childish when I think of it
I saw man drivin' 'round in somethin' equivalent to my pinky ring
I'm in the club, dimmers tryna bring it in
Locked eyes a couple times and that's how I know she's on minglin'
I'm gonna miss ****, we were actually bros
Broke my heart when I found out it's a statement he wrote
Niggas ain't on bangin' out or trappin' hard
Why the fuck he outside? You're better off stayin' at home
If my nigga gets to jeet, that don't mean he ain't innocent
She fell out with her friend, they're both tryna get intimate
After my tape, I'ma go for my publishin'
And, you'll still see me on my block like some idiot
Pros and cons when the droppers start pissin' in my sheets
Must be a magic trick, how you fit it in them jeans
I don't give a toss, cuttin' through **** in a Porsche
With a cute one, but, her back bigger than my dreams
I was up early mornin', really lickin' all them fiends
Been shot at close range, I guess I'm here for a reason
The tea that I'm sportin', of course, it's in season
I don't do dates, I hit girls without treatin'
I ain't got that many friends, drivin' coupes are not a problem
Crash in and out of jail, each time is not for shottin'
Uptown, if Jamies got his rambo knife
When we're shoppin', I just hope we don't see no oppers (H-D Beats)
In the hoop for five years, I just hope we don't see no coppers
Used to eat in a restaurant with a rocket, gang

NRF Freestyle

ROCKET SCIENCE (FEATURING. D-BLOCK EUROPE)
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[Chorus]
She-she wanna know why I still scream, "Free all my niggas", it's not rocket science, they're still in the gulag
After we done it, I asked her, "If you got a boyfriend, why would you do that?"
Cover my face 'cause I don't wanna sleep on a blue mat
I still grip on my waist like, "Who's that?"
'Nough plugs ain't gettin' their food back
Dick in her mouth, she chew that (Ski)
Birkin bag, fit the trey deuce (Ah)
In the kitchen, crack the window (Ah), the fumes
Coke is still dryin', it's ready by two (Ah)
Bitch, I sip lean, I don't do no balloons (Ah)
Overseas, snappin' the view (Ski)
I'ma fuck her the second we get in the room, mm (Ski, ski, ah)
My darg took a raid, got more yutes on the way, the trap gotta resume (Ski, ski)
[Verse 1: Clavish]
Course, my youngen got things in his pouch (Got it)
If I tell him to drill it, he'll pounce (He'll kill)
Armed jakes boomed off where I live
I don't know why, I don't keep sticks in my house (I don't know, I don't know)
I got kids, but they just stay in her mouth
My darg caught a case, he's takin' it trial
If it goes wrong, I won't see him for a while
I flooded my wrist, that shit's River Nile
My bitch, she the cutest (Cute one)
Her nails on fleek, but her attitude stinks, she the rudest (She the rudest)
Got her stressin' 'cause I had all of these Instagram hoes before any blue tick
One of my niggas in jail for some food (Free)
Another went in 'cause he done him a bootin' (Free him up)
Niggas be cappin', I know where the truth is
Multiple stabbings, but not where the booth is (No way)

[Chorus: Clavish, Young Adz & Dirtbike LB]
She-she wanna know why I still scream, "Free all my niggas", it's not rocket science, they're still in the gulag
After we done it, I asked her, "If you got a boyfriend, why would you do that?"
Cover my face 'cause I don't wanna sleep on a blue mat
I still grip on my waist like, "Who's that?"
'Nough plugs ain't gettin' their food back
Dick in her mouth, she chew that (Ski)
Birkin bag, fit the trey deuce (Ah)
In the kitchen, crack the window (Ah), the fumes
Coke is still dryin', it's ready by two (Ah)
Bitch, I sip lean, I don't do no balloons (Ah)
Overseas, snappin' the view (Ski, ski)
I'ma fuck her the second we get in the room, mm (Ski, ski, ah)
My darg took a raid, got more yutes on the way, the trap gotta resume (Ski, ski, mm)

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[Verse 2: Dirtbike LB]
Different calibres (Yeah)
Bro took the shotty, ain't shootin' no cameras (Mm)
Glass stairs in the crib, twenty quids how I live, I just bust down my bannisters (Yeah, yeah)
She want a real nigga that's talented (Talented)
So high I can feel a paralysis (Yeah)
Crib came with an Annex (An annex), stick got an annex (An annex)
Big drip came with the Arabs (Ski)
Big bullets, I'ma do it like Tate
Halloween when you starvin' the apes (Apes)
Biscotti, don't pass me the vape (Vape)
Real niggas come and ride with the wave (Wave)
Still ridin' my wave up in space like an alien (Alien)
Big league, big kettle Pateks are my favourite (Favourite)

[Verse 3: Young Adz]
I whip with the ammonia, it's stingin' my eyes (Ski)
Trap do three a day, ain't fixin' the blinds (Ski)
Thirty clip strap on deck like a dyke (Brr)
If I'm lyin', I'm flyin' and I ain't in the sky (Skrrt)
Touch on her pussy, she act like she shy (Ah)
Got it on us, we can snap in real-time (Ah)
When I'm out the city, she hold it down (Ah), I make her bust it open, FaceTime (Ski, ski, ski, ski)

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[Verse]
I got enough snows that hang in the estate (Uh)
Head bop, no need for a handshake
Pack one same day that the pack came (Brr)
And I keep hearing I got a fan base (For real)
Just ran off from the plug, didn't think bro got stamina like Kante (Ha, ha)
I’m still doing up touring (Ha, ha, ha)
Mask on my face just so I don't catch case (No case)
And who said that I don't mash work? Go check my CV (Go check that, man)
Just rubbed nine zinos, but I need twenty-seven more, I’m greedy (Just tek that bag)
Used to eat in Church Street Nando's way before shh turnt gang, that's cheeky (Huh?)
Cat's still calling the phone, the food's Audi, A1 & TT (TT, Audi)
Long live NB, ever since him, I ain't got no feelings (Rest up)
Used to fly up O like every day, he a real OT kid (Crap)
Every time that I got down, don't throw it away, hot water, bleach it (You know)
You don't know nuttin ’bout cleaning (No)
You don’t know nuttin 'bout street shit (Oh)
You ain’t been outside the paigon house, hoping his mom says, "Go and take the trash out" (Trash out)
Or could it all been in the traphouse, bagging up works to fly a pack out (Brr)
I don't need none of these clothes, just got it for the times that I couldn't afford it
Shh got nicked for murder, but came out same day, I think someone's talking (Snitch boy)
Remember when Snow had the ting in his pants and girls thought bro was horny? (Big worm)
No homo, just got a drop where an opp boy lives, no need for a doorkeep (I don’t need one)
I be on the strip like always (Always), I been on the strip since morning (Since morning)
Cutting through all these backroads, lights in my car, ain't got insurance (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I really want a buss down patty, hand ting first 'cah the Patek can't protect me (Cap)
Man have said I've done no drills, but that ain't true so it can't affect me (It can't)
What's that? Another label calling (Huh?)
Said they wanna sign for (How much?)
Told Crash, "That don't make no sense"
I'ma make 2 songs but they can't forget me (Huh)
And I'm still in the ride with that and this (With that and this)
I should be in the studio, I'm lurking, tryna splash some pricks (Splash some pricks)
If my old school mates wanna go Thorpe Park for the day, I might give it a miss (Why is that?)
If I told them how many rides I been on, don't think that I'm taking the piss, gang

Rap Game Awful

MONDAY TO SUNDAY (FEATURING. FREDO)
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[Chorus: Clavish]
Tell the judge, "Stop givin' out numbers to my niggas"
You'd commit the same crimes if you grew up how we were livin'
But I'd rather them birded off than graveyard visits
'Cause that's the main reason why I'm always in my feelings
Monday to Sunday we're doin' shit that we shouldn't
You just hate 'cause I'm doin' all the shit that you couldn't
And I'm still down to do all the shit that you wouldn't
The headrest in the Maybach, it feels like a cushion
Verse 1: Clavish]
One hundred, that's the number I'ma keep it with my homies
I sin, so Palm Angels, that's my way of keepin' it holy
I'm in this GLE drivin' like the fire, we open
Got a pink card, but I'm just used to drivin' it stolеn
This ho, she keeps preein' my phone, she tryna gеt the code
But I don't even want all of that, she tryna get the throat
SAV playin' with shanks, rather get the pole
Shotguns for niggas with heart, you got to get up close
Days in them hostile bandos, they got me reminiscin'
You ain't got no guns, so how you tryna have an exhibition?
Got nominated for an award
The only that reason I'm goin' so my jail niggas
They can see me on the television
What I can do for you, you can't for me, how am I benefitin'?
I can never be broke, I'll buy both and get it missin'
Get it giddy, niggas do it for the girls that I say one word to
Now they're gettin' ready, gettin' pretty, Betty
Before I lose my breath, I'ma touch a milli'
When I see ****, I ain't beatin' him up
My nigga show me one thing at once, me in her gut
But I'm C-L-A, I only hit ninas and up
All these bitches wanna fuck me, I don't even need a nice pendant
If they want a verse, only time I want a life sentence
Bump into my opps, I'll leave my knife in their socket
I'm in the studio with F, he's got a .9 in his pocket
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[Chorus: Clavish]
Tell the judge, "Stop givin' out numbers to my niggas"
You'd commit the same crimes if you grew up how we were livin'
But I'd rather them birded off than graveyard visits
'Cause that's the main reason why I'm always in my feelings
Monday to Sunday we're doin' shit that we shouldn't
You just hate 'cause I'm doin' all the shit that you couldn't
And I'm still down to do all the shit that you wouldn't
The headrest in the Maybach, it feels like a cushion

[Verse 2: Fredo]
Twenty-eight for the whole ones, yeah, they feel like a bookin'
Before them bookings for shows, yeah, they were lookin' for snow
It's like all I see is hoes when I go look at your bros
But niggas know, when you see mine, you're lookin' at killers
You bought a chain before a gun, a car for her before your mum
Video time, my youngins in there with a gun before I come
It was pain before the fun, RIPs are more than one
Sellin' 'caine down in the rain to buy some trainers for my mum (Yo)
Now if mummy wants some trainers, she can hit the store
I don't hit chicks, but hit the road to make a little more
Probably get like fourteen just off my kitchen floor
Had my soldier posted on the corner like a Nisa store
So fuck rap 'cause my grind stays stable
No cap, got enough straps to do my nine times tables
They play my tracks in traps, and they sound it in the car
But Melo got more hits, they just ain't counted in the chart
[Chorus: Clavish]
Tell the judge, "Stop givin' out numbers to my niggas"
You'd commit the same crimes if you grew up how we were livin'
But I'd rather them birded off than graveyard visits
'Cause that's the main reason why I'm always in my feelings

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RAP GAME INTRO 
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[Verse]
Niggas in my hood say I can make it to the top
But, they know that I ain't cappin'
And my somethin' put it all up in his top
I know some good guys, get their savage on, kidnappin' on
Like, how long you been chattin' to the opps?
My niggas on tag
If I get a drop, he'll tag along
They ain't got racks, I'm baffled when they rap about shots
I ain't tryna give my heart unless I know that she the one
Look me in my eyes, promise me you'll never do me wrong
I tried act like I ain't 'bout it, she already clocked the hood in me
Half the hood's fake, I'm only bringin' half the hood with me
All I need's a mask, pair of gloves, and a hoodie beat
Niggas chat like bitches nowadays, make sure your pussy clean
Nothin' poppin' off on your behalf, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Niggas say my name too much, that's all they talk about
We don't care 'bout work that you worked when we weren't about
You ain't workin' nothin' now
Don't be throwin' up gang signs with no money in your pockets
I got big dreams, I ain't pennyin' your silly comments
I got blood on my nigga's shank, but that's not my problem
Now there' plugs gettin' sucked, this half-box ain't on Connie
Niggas pointin' fingers, if they grab me, I won't point nothin'
If I don't bust in rappin', then it's back to wrappin' point ones
What you know about bein' desperate for a place for the ting to stay
So you tell her it's a toy gun?
Feel sorry for my opps, why? Most of them shit at rappin', shit at trappin'
Scorin' on civilians, shit at bangin'
Who said you can't wear sliders in the trenches?
I see opps in my Gucci flip-flops, still get it crackin'
Or the Louis ones, Christian Dior drops, but I prefer the Louis ones
I got clout, so it's not hard to get the bougie ones
They won't tell me nothin' 'bout no Hakkasan, Nobu, or cocktails
I bet I'll still pattern that
I ain't been bowlin' in time, but, I've been knockin' down hoes like pins, so I'm fine
I got rocks in my shine, rocks in this G-pack
It's not about wantin', the fiends'dem, they need that
I used to do the night shift, and back then I never had three bags
My outfit today cost me three bags
So don't say I've changed, you're just statin' the obvious
I used to watch my olders gettin' money with binoculars
I got the opposite sex cattin', banged up with a nigga
From my hood we spent most our time chattin', who's set's more on it
And comparin' our stabbings
He's got more, but I made a nigga white flag it
Feel like Charles Lee Ray with this Rammy
Or should I say Chucky?
See a opp, I'ma leave the scene yucky
All I need is twenty seconds, like, say I'm in a hurry
I was aimin' for his face, bro was rippin' out his tummy
I'm still the perfect son in the eyes of my mummy
Even though feds hit the yard tryna find bunnies
On the 'Gram, she a star, but not a star from where I'm comin'
Surgery head to toe, but to us she's still—Tst
If she ain't tryna hold the ones, then to us, she's on nothin'
She don't care that I'm Clavish, and that makes me wanna cuff it
She don't pop up when she sees my in the Urus or the Culli'
And that's still not enough to prove it's not about the money
Got some real shit tatted on my stomach
My watch two-tone, but it came with several different colours
Not a pride thing why I hold grudges
But you can't backdoor me and think we're still gonna be brothers
Four-forty all in rose
If you're talkin' 'bout opps, I've stabbed couple to the bone
Hotel, she ain't comin' to my home
Half the hood don't promote my songs when they drop
Don't know why the fuck they think they're comin' to my shows
In school, I used to rob phones, not sell cookies in the corridor
Signed to the streets way before I signed to Polydor

Rap Game Intro

NO DIFFERENCE
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[Chorus]
What's a quarter ticket? Boy, I'm tryna make a million
You've been on like a hundred glides and never done no drillings
Finessed a few, so if I want that, gotta pay for dinners
They never pay and that's one reason why I hate opinions
Free my niggas jammed, still get money, that don't make no difference
Difference is when them niggas locked, they don't make no figures
Bitch, I got so much hoes, losin' you don't make no difference
I got beef with so much niggas, beefin' you don't make no difference

[Verse 1]
Good food and be on time, that's how you keep it ringin'
Can't tell my nigga, "Chill," just gotta watch and keep on chingin'
Heard he's in jail for punchin' up and kickin' down his missus
Dick inside her somethin', that's the only time I'm beatin' women
When I die, my guys are liars if they don't say, "He the realest"
Go Dubai, put two racks aside, that's just for speedin' tickets
I can't lie, when my nigga died, that had me grievin' different
Stick my rambo in and out his chest and now he's breathin' different
Burn my nigga's bridge if he got nicked and turned to LMA
Keep it close, why? 'Cause on my block, we don't do MMA
Let me tell you one thing 'bout my hood, you can put in work today
But by tomorrow, nobody don't care 'cause that was yesterday
Feds on my B-A-C-K, don't wanna see me elevate
Bump into my paigons, tell me one time that I hesitated
Got love for Loops, why? For me, he done extra days
Got cousins that can't get a hear, I got more love for Destiny

[Chorus]
What's a quarter ticket? Boy, I'm tryna make a million
You've been on like a hundred glides and never done no drillings
Finessed a few, so if I want that, gotta pay for dinners
They never pay and that's one reason why I hate opinions
Free my niggas jammed, still get money, that don't make no difference
Difference is when them niggas locked, they don't make no figures
Bitch, I got so much hoes, losin' you don't make no difference
I got beef with so much niggas, beefin' you don't make no difference
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[Verse 2]
I've never seen your gun, you're always talkin' 'bout a scram
He never went on holiday, somehow, he's got a tan
I wasted credit on this girl when I was in the can
Had couple plans, came home just to find out that she's got a man
Damn, put my feelings to the side so I can work it better
Fifteen inch up in my palm, plus, I can work the presser
I should be gone and clear by the time they're freein' Terra
She gave me so much brain, I'm on the verge of bein' clever
Beat it better, I'll give it to S, loose, tap it, squeeze it better
I was locked up, from her, I didn't see a letter
I know I rap, but if I get a drop, I'm on whatever
She can get her makeup on my Calvin Klein, but not my sweater
Remember I was trappin', used to flex with my boss's cheddar
Money over bitches, you chase women, I chase mozzarella
But I got women that eat me and they wanna arch forever
They don't know that when I ride with mine, I hit the target hella

[Chorus]
What's a quarter ticket? Boy, I'm tryna make a million
You've been on like a hundred glides and never done no drillings
Finessed a few, so if I want that, gotta pay for dinners
They never pay and that's one reason why I hate opinions
Free my niggas jammed, still get money, that don't make no difference
Difference is when them niggas locked, they don't make no figures
Bitch, I got so much hoes, losin' you don't make no difference
I got beef with so much niggas, beefin' you don't make no difference