| And I don’t save niggas, I show niggas how to save they selves |
| I got in the game, this ain’t GTA don’t play yourself |
| Gave 'em hell, off a counter where ain’t shit to do but fail |
| , dodging shells, traumatized before you twelve |
| Can’t complain, that’s the hand we got, these the cards was delt |
| And it’s crazy how they tryna copy, can you be yourself |
| It’s a thousand of the same faces I can diferentiate, apes, I disintegrate |
| You be playing bestie with her, I do chest to chest-ie with her |
| This the calm 'fore the storm |
| If they give you roses watch out for the thorns |
| My whole clique outside of the norm |
| Ain’t no uniform we do not conform, yeah |
| 'Cause it’s the calm before the storm |
| If they give you roses watch out for the thorns |
| My whole clique outside of the norm, yeah |
| And I don’t play bitches, most these bitches play they selves |
| I just slay bitches, you would think it’s jingle bell |
| I just aim bitches, you would think it’s AOL |
| I’m a mag |
| and you shouldn’t be Adelle |
| Late up in your loft drinking wine, singing slow songs |
| They be living life 'cause it goes on |
| If you’re such a big timer, bitch get your roll on |
| Let go of your past quit tryna hold on |
| Girl you gotta love yourself before you can love me |
| Girl you gotta want yourself before you can want me |
| Gotta be able to gas yourself, it’s called self esteem |
| Don’t let these niggas sell your ass a dream |
| This the calm 'fore the storm |
| If they give you roses watch out for the thorns |
| My whole clique outside of the norm |
| Ain’t no uniform we do not conform, yeah |
| 'Cause it’s the calm before the storm |
| If they give you roses watch out for the thorns |
| My whole clique outside of the norm |
| Ain’t no uniform we do not conform |
| And I don’t hate niggas, most these niggas hate they selves |
| Crippled by they album sales, caught up in their label hell |
| Hold they breath every time they drop, now they waiting to excel |
| They confine inside they box, now they waiting to excel |
| Now they mad at you, 'cause they see you doing well |
| Made it out, you prevail now they wishing you would fail |
| Man it’s crazy 'cause in your mind all you did was wish 'em well |
| Helped 'em up when they have fell, watched 'em stumble and didn’t tell |
| And still, they resent you 'cause you did a job that you was meant to |
| They get mad 'cause you return the shots they send too |
| Was at the bottom but I still reach my ascend too |
| This the calm 'fore the storm |
| If they give you roses watch out for the thorns |
| My whole clique outside of the norm |
| Ain’t no uniform we do not conform, yeah |
| 'Cause it’s the calm before the storm |
| If they give you roses watch out for the thorns |
| My whole clique outside of the norm |
| Ain’t no uniform we do not conform |