Chris Gatsby Clap Your Hands
Hook:
Clap your hands if you're tighter that fake shit,
Clap your hands if you're tryin to get down,
Clap your hands when I play that new music
Clap your hands when I play that new sound.
Clap your hands if you're tighter that fake shit,
Clap your hands if you're tryin to get down,
Clap your hands when I play that new music
Clap your hands when I play that new sound.
My check, let us a right
I catch you rack like an exhibitor send a vibe
A big-big and our prospect tryin' to survive
On y grind, over time tryin to be the next one in line
I got a... bigger watchin' on a up next
In the prize on everything with us where my mind set,
My hearts are long dime you know I wrack,
The young star get touched up like I pass
You seem the street get me get with the energy
Smoking middle face, friends become enemies,
And I ain't hating and I ain't wanting these new cats,
Rockets in the jeans tryin to do some few dance,
And that's cool, and that's the truth to do
But f..ck the labels tryin to get me to follow the strength too
The vocal ' the fashionable,
'Cause everything you're spitting to
Your man is nothing but the truth.
Hook:
Clap your hands if you're tighter that fake shit,
Clap your hands if you're tryin to get down,
Clap your hands when I play that new music
Clap your hands when I play that new sound.
Clap your hands if you're tighter that fake shit,
Clap your hands if you're tryin to get down,
Clap your hands when I play that new music
Clap your hands when I play that new sound.
Celebrate to be original, no more way the...
Copy catch straight trash took the same...
Getting on that black shit, simple and principle
Your word ain't bone, you're breaking let go from...
I'm over your can, you lower than the...
Small like ten spots, took the right of the demible,
Talent nowadays and judge by controversy
More than the continent, the lyrics and the verses
Who did what, and who f*cked too?
A bunch of ignorant this is running in the pay cool
It's funny what these... do with money
And the fame took the point they... truth
Copin' big chains on the in and that, throwin dirt on your name
Be epidemy your rooth for 80 at the game,
Kill em with that real risk, make em more faith bitch,
That might become the weapon for every time that I real team.
Hook:
Clap your hands if you're tighter that fake shit,
Clap your hands if you're tryin to get down,
Clap your hands when I play that new music
Clap your hands when I play that new sound.
Clap your hands if you're tighter that fake shit,
Clap your hands if you're tryin to get down,
Clap your hands when I play that new music
Clap your hands when I play that new sound.
Can't make the straight hurry and got the show of the work now
Independent grind took the maid can't murder now,
Pay is like a flow us, exploit it the music
Pay back is a bitch and I heard that bitch worthless,
The in and that became get in the curse,
Some dope cash got shine so... made it worse,
Labels with that dances, more like you're trap in,
Have you regrouping only three albums,
Set you with the game with the lame, and I'm in the week source,
Stay workin' in the lab, better take your... gone
I waste energy now they turn their key off
Keep going hard and never will I ease off,
Avoid cats on BS and main drop,
Taking for a coast sign tryin to get the name hot
I climb the mountain with the world on my back
We catch ride the cope, tales, ride the piggy back
Hook:
Clap your hands if you're tighter that fake shit,
Clap your hands if you're tryin to get down,
Clap your hands when I play that new music
Clap your hands when I play that new sound.
Clap your hands if you're tighter that fake shit,
Clap your hands if you're tryin to get down,
Clap your hands when I play that new music
Clap your hands when I play that new sound.
