Cliché

[Lyrics of "Amigos"]

[Intro]
Me and my 'migos
I hope you got the hint

[Verse]
Don't get it twisted, I'm a narco nigga 'til I die ('til I die)
[?] found the humble pigeon, tell my 'migo fly
I could tell a traitor from the way he talks about a trap, yeah
Niggas off to make a whole assumption from how much we grind, yeah
I guess that means we standin' out, it's a tidal wave, earthquake
From [?] we pioneers, no DJ
I guess that means we standin' out, nigga cliché, relayed from the niggas that be showin' hate right in the center o'town

Pussy nigga, I am not your friend, please do not pretend, you ain't from thе ends, you can smell the strugglе when you lift it
M'appelle pas ton pote, tu n'es pas un proche
Un peu dans les poches, tes gars, ils mijotent comme First Season
Damn