Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hiatus, artist - Caskey. Date of issue: 28.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hiatus |
| Tell me who you hang out with, I’ll tell who you are |
| Who are your friends? |
| Who are your buddies? |
| Who are your hood? |
| Who do you hang out with? |
| Who do you love hanging out with? |
| Where do you love hanging out? |
| Who are your friends, really? |
| A friend is a mirror unto you |
| If you were to look at your friend, you should see yourself |
| (It happened in 1947) |
| Don’t fuck 'round with my clique |
| My dogs, they off the shits |
| Don’t fuck 'round with my clique |
| I’m always on the shits |
| Don’t fuck 'round with my clique |
| We the realest ones out, point blank, period |
| We the ones who built the pyramids |
| We the ones who put in work |
| People say they coming for me and my spot |
| I can’t take 'em serious |
| I’m a Cash Money Records star and y’all delirious |
| Me and Bird going to Mars |
| Smoking on moon rock we got from the stars |
| Some of y’all be so obsessed with yourself |
| That your ego the only thing large |
| I just pulled up to the coast |
| Mike got an eighth and we put it in raws |
| Popping the bar with these rappers |
| I came a long way from just rappin' in bars |
| Came a long way from the action and scars |
| I got the gas and I’m pushing the nozzle |
| Back in the day when I ran from the cops |
| No father figure, I looked up to Nas |
| No politicking, I lived with the gods |
| Now it’s me and my homies and Bird |
| Your bitch getting all the attention and you get the curve |
| Thankful I know when to swerve |
| I’m back from my hiatus |
| I know we gonna answer people’s runs, they finna hate us |
| I know some people talking 'bout my team like they done made us |
| They must want meet they makers, I could deal with haters |
| Just don’t fuck 'round with my clique |
| My dogs, they off the shits |
| Don’t fuck 'round with my clique |
| I’m always on the shits |
| Don’t fuck 'round with my clique |
| Banging doors off the hinges, I don’t need permission |
| Lawyers calling me up daily, someone on a mission |
| I don’t owe you no commission |
| People swear that they on lifeline until you missin' |
| And everything start to lift off when you without 'em |
| Now is that me dissing or is that the truth? |
| I had some haters, shit |
| Back in the day when I was just a child, a youth |
| Back when my smile was missing a tooth |
| Look at me mama, I made it from out of the struggle |
| And did this shit all out the booth |
| Someone gon' jeopardize it, tryin' to bring down the house |
| I’ma put a shooter on the roof |
| I’ma have guns hiding at the crib |
| Take out everybody but the kid |
| I want Taz’s Angels in the club |
| I’m in 305, can I live? |
| I just might pop me a Xan' |
| I know that some people gon' hate it the second we drop |
| But you know I’m the man |
| And I got my team with me like we planned |
| I’m back from my hiatus |
| I know we gonna answer people’s runs, they finna hate us |
| I know some people talking 'bout my team like they done made us |
| They must want meet they makers, I could deal with haters |
| Just don’t fuck 'round with my clique |
| My dogs, they off the shits |
| Don’t fuck 'round with my clique |
| I’m always on the shits |
| Don’t fuck 'round with my clique |