Clerk

[Verse 1]
I'm a crown-fried chicken nigga
Grew up on the block, I'm the bomb, but bigga
These shottas better come getta
My eyes is the barrel, my lips is the trigger
Told my moms to stay off my twitter
Range in the driveway, copped from the dealer
Now you a believer and overachiever
A bum nigga eater
Don't you see what I do?
I'm handing back the menu
I'm snappin my fingers, hey you
Lead me to the back when I come through
I don't give a fuck about the dress code
I'm Depeche Mode, boys say go
Give a good show, I'm the velvet rope
But slippery slope back to me
On team pretty, Philly chapter
Don't get clapped up
I'mma laugh if you get popped up
Cause I told you not to come through
If you was just gonna make 'em up
You a fuck boy, I'm a real nigga
Never play coy, I'm a dreamcast
I'm the game, boy
I'm classy

[Hook]x2
Watch me work, damn I serve
Wavy like the surf
I'm a pastor, I'm a priest, I'm a clerk
Watch me work, damn I serve
Wavy like the surf
I'm a pastor, I'm a priest, I'm a clerk (get em)

[Verse 2]
Step onto my farm, bitch
You could eat the produce cause I'm honest, organic
That real shit, dogmatic
I self-actualize at the blink of an eye
Stare too hard and your retina will fry
I'm a stand-up guy, like samurai
Actin like I'm not your type
All around the world, yes I get it
I'm on the riviera standing on a jetty
Where my niggas and my bitches from Philly
Come around cause you know I'm friendly
I'm Quaker B, simplicity
Get into me
Niggas on my chalk don't watch me, watch tv
But I'll be there too

[Hook]x3

[Outro]
Wavy like the surf
Now just watch me