What Now

Verse:
I bump from west to east side n---a
Whether in clubs or in streets where G's ride n---a
Whether you get loose deuce or three times n---a
Whether you represent the B or C side n---a listen
Just admit what I spit is the shit fuck your critique
I got fine freaks dying to meet this young elite
Plus I'm complete with enough heat
To delete any trying to compete please believe what I speak
My technique designed especially for the beat
Release my mind and make MCs stay discrete
Retreat from lines afraid to meet with defeat
Now peep the heat being unleashed to the streets
Bomb beats coming from back seats
Traversing over concrete women reacting
Shaking their ass meat while attempting attracting
N---as bobbing their head cause my shit is impacting

Chorus:
What now, n---as are so quick to trip and talk bout
He ain't shit but yet keep closed mouths
In my face and show smiles no doubt
I peeped out your whole style
What now, n---as are so quick to talk shit how
Their shit's better than my flow my style
Females whisper real n---as talk loud
Fool nut up or pipe down

Verse:
Give me the mic to floss rhymes get tossed
Any time or place I come off like hookers drawers
No pause, never hesitate to devastate
Any possible dream that your mind could meditate
Cleva's the bomb forever set to detonate
Style impeccable impossible to replicate
A n---as slim but drop hits like heavy weights
Stay steady, while observing so many shake n---as ain't
Ready, cause their lacking the shit it takes
To fuck with my shit that I spit
West coast fly shit the tight shit n---as get hyped quick
When tracks make the speakers weaker got the heat to keep the
Reifer lit up, puff then pass it to the beat of this classic
From a bastard that's been
Doin' this while you n---as still talking bout and pursuing this
Tight rhymes I'm fluent in

Chorus:
What now, n---as are so quick to trip and talk bout
He ain't shit but yet keep closed mouths
In my face and show smiles no doubt
I peeped out your whole style
What now, n---as are so quick to talk shit how
Their shit's better than my flow my style
Females whisper real n---as talk loud
Fool nut up or pipe down

Verse:
No clique just me and my dick up in this bitch
Forfeit if you see me about to bust quick
Oh shit notice the flow get
Spit and quoted by the dopest poet, n---as
Love to hate and hate to love
Cause I only rise once then stay above
Hard to touch when the microphone gets clutched
N---as talk a lot of shit but don't never say much
Leave it alone it you're unable to fade it congratulate it
Instead of hating on somebody else getting elevated
Just allow the tightest to demonstrate it
Then attempt to imitate or be innovative
You can take it how you wish to either say I came real with you
Or I dissed you that's your issue it's
Official, dopest one to rock a beat
From Westside Santa Monica Cali 20th St.'s Cleva

Chorus:
What now, n---as are so quick to trip and talk bout
He ain't shit but yet keep closed mouths
In my face and show smiles no doubt
I peeped out your whole style
What now, n---as are so quick to talk shit how
Their shit's better than my flow my style
Females whisper real n---as talk loud
Fool nut up or pipe down (x2)