cLOUDs

just wanted to share. made this a few days ago, then i added a second verse and was like "man I got a blog now, I can put whatever I want up there."

I didn't have a title 20 minutes ago when I decided to really put this up. But now I got one...

"cLOUDs". - produced by DZL, Omen, and small contributions from me.

cLOUDs

Hook 1

My niggas be smoking on something loud 

Head to the cloudz 

I ain’t been steppin out, tired of sticking out in the crowd 

This world is changing 

Right in front of me

Gray hairs I’m aging 

Quicker than I thought I’d be 

(Repeat x4)

Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up

Verse 1 

Please believe these flows teach each ego’s to freeze and then recede

I'm c4 beaneath your jeep the second you turn that key hole then he blows your weak flows right out the water

The father, boy I work smarter and harder 

My style got a restraining order, don’t bother 

I charter, unseen territories in order

To push it farther than you niggas had ever thought of 

I caught a, lotta murder charges, turned artists to martyrs 

When I rock thot turns to goddess 

Fiends turn to kings, dreams turn to things tangible 

My hands are full with grands I pulled from stanzas no, I can’t go slow im Sandra bull, either proceed with speed or don’t breathe 

There’s no creed or color that won’t heed to the warning 

The planet’ll shake when I’m performing 

1Techtonic 2plates from a place where techs on their waist

So stay safe or get left with chest on your face 

As death waits for your last of breath, ima pass the test, yes, I’m a master chef want a taste 

Then pay for it, they claim their real but their seldom straightforward,

The pain I feel on my frame gets transmuted to a dangerous flame

I spit fire at the devil while the angels sang 

The flow changed but Jermaine’s the same I’m plane Jane 

Not a chain on my neck but shine like baguettes

a shame not a flex to rhyme like the rest 

My minds quite depressed if I don’t write these 

I’m spike Lee of the 2audio, back in my barrio 

Parties got shot up, so I built up all my cardio

Dodge shells collect coins like I’m Mario 

But this is not a gaming experience, I’m serious 

Post hook 

(Repeat x4)

Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up

Hook 2

My niggas be smoking on something loud 

Head to the cloudz 

I ain’t been steppin out, tired of sticking out in the crowd 

This world is changing 

Right in front of me

Gray hairs I’m aging 

Quicker than I thought I’d be 

Verse 2 

I’m that bass in your trunk, the bullet that missed trump

The gun that jammed cuz it seemed God had other plans

The son of man extending his hand to son of Sam 

In forgiveness, for all of the homicides we witnessed 

The over dramatized, the traumatized with sickness 

Thrown in the pan and Carmalized for richness 

And Served on a plate with sirloin steak 

To billionaires who don’t care the World’s gone break 

Long as they make money off it, pain brings profit 

One man gains it soon as the next man lost it 

There’s a bridge you can walk to hear God talk 

But there are real slim odds a rich man crosses 

Cuz he greed is a 2poisonous seed, indeed, 

As it spreads like weeds through the minds apple tree’s 

I proceed with caution, and I’m not flossing 

Unlike some, I’m not defined by my fortune 

I’m defined by rhymes, though I’m in my prime

There was times that I was down cuz I’d thought I’d lost it

But no, low and behold, as my poetry grows 

I give all glory to God as the Story unfolds 

And the gray hairs that grow on my head will show 

Ain’t no time limit to get it you ain’t never too old

So keep 1hold of your dreams, no matter how it seems

If you don’t water your lawn, well then it won’t stay green

I seen babies turn fiends, addicted to the screen 

Their dad share’s, Cashier’s replaced by machines 

Don’t buy, subscribe so you can just stream 

Your Content, like rent you won’t own a thing 

Before long all the songs the whole world sings’ll

Be generated by latest of ai regimes 

As all of our favorite artists erased by it scream 

From the way side, “ayyy whatever happened to human beings!?”

(Repeat x4)

Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up

Hook 3

My niggas be smoking on something loud

abrupt end