Cliche - Sy Ari Da Kid

I can’t lie

I go up

I turn up with all my niggas

We like bitches

I mean women

We pop bottles

They roll up

Same old shit

Swear this life is everlasting

People tell me that I’m different

Don’t look at me like I’m tripping

I’m grown up

Sometimes I just wanna live cliche

Sometimes a nigga wanna be cliche

Some days I just wanna do me, babe

I’m back on my shit again

I’m going in again

Let’s go for the win again

I do what I feel like whenever I feel like

I might fuck your bitch again

I might drop the top on the whip again

Broke niggas thinking they rich again

With all of this money I’m making, hoe I think that I’m Mitch again

Yeah, I gotta Snapchat this

I need some niggas I can backtrack with

Fuck the fake shit, y’all can have that shit

Don’t cuff that hoe, nigga, pass that bitch

Y’all had that bitch

Hide the money, don’t flash that shit

Got a pistol in the car right now

My own niggas don’t even know I have that shit

Yeah, when you work for yourself

Got your Mondays feeling like your Fridays

Living in the fast lane

Trying to do a buck forty in the driveway

I might just have me a water

I got to feel like the water

Can’t fuck around

Let’s go all in

Late nights

They saying good morning

I can’t lie

I go up

I turn up with all my niggas

We like bitches

I mean women

We pop bottles

They roll up

Same old shit

Swear this life is everlasting

People tell me that I’m different

Don’t look at me like I’m tripping

I’m grown up

Sometimes I just wanna live cliche

Sometimes a nigga wanna be cliche

Some days I just wanna do me babe

You ain’t gotta listen to me

I notice I’m not your man

No, I do not give a damn

And if we ain’t on good terms

You can not ride with my fam

You can’t say hi to my fam

Just say goodbye to my fam

Won’t let you lie to my fam

Cause you ain’t gone die for my fam

You ain’t at the table to break down the pie for my fam

First class flying

Chilling with the pilot

Switch climates

Got a tenant that can buy it

She wanna buy it and buy it just wanna buy it

Everything for the sale

Come and try it

Higher the volume

Wu-Tang trying

Head working

Hell yeah nigga fire

He say I ain’t the god

Then that nigga lying

I said I’m the god not God

Nigga, I am

A legend a legend

I say that I say that

I meant it

My partner he just caught a sentence

All my niggas with me with them racks and playing tennis

Just got back from Houston they no longer ride on spinners

Pull up in that sprinter nigga looking like it’s rented

Beamer coupe I don’t get along with the ceiling

I ain’t really fucking with the songs I don’t feel it

I can’t lie

I go up

I turn up with all my niggas

We like bitches

I mean women

We pop bottles

They roll up

Same old shit

Swear this life is everlasting

People tell me that I’m different

Don’t look at me like I’m tripping

I’m grown up

Sometimes I just wanna live cliche

Sometimes a nigga wanna be cliche

Some days I just wanna do me, babe