Clouty Weather
Pray for you
Its clouty out there
Can I get an amen
For the truth being buried alive
With fake hustle gimmickry
Personas bedazzled with cubic zirconium
'Cause ain't no weight inside of your character
You claiming the city on shoulders
No wonder the town been in shambles
Damn
Niggas chasing clout
So they claiming gangs
While gang banging drug dealers
Tryna find they way out the game
And I get it I mean I wish I could
But I can't stomach flashing shit
That I don't have in my possession
So this Fiat push Ferrari horsepower
'Til my assets start accruing all this currency
And currently
I waterbend these wav. files
Until I'm seeing streams turn to oceans
Raise the water 'til it starts consuming skies
I mean
I'm gifted with the words
And then I turn it to a skill
So while you busy chasing clout
I make it pour
Watch me Reign supreme
I been praying for a minute
Don't you get it
This the omen
Amen I pray for people
Pray for self love in the midst of seeking stardom
And listening is just half of the problem
Other half is acting like you gotta fake 'til you make it
Imma say it for these people
Who keep acting like they characters
Beware of the clouty weather
(Heavenly Father please forgive me for all of my sins)
'Cause when it floods its sink or swim my nigga
Beware of the clouty weather
(We gather here today)
Beware of the clouty Weather
(To pray for the omen to pray for the heathens)
Beware of the clouty weather
(To pray for you and me)
'Cause when it floods its sink or swim my nigga
Drown
I see it I want it I get it I got it
I throw it away then I do it again
These chips on my shoulder ain't nothing to me
Imma use them to gamble and going all in
I'm wasting my breath on these actors
Who thinking they playing a role 'cause they reading a script
If gimmickry really the way to success
Then half of these rappers would've been rich
I get it
You gon' speak it to existence
You gon' spit it how you spit it
You gon' get it how you get it
That's the way that you been living
That's fantastic on dead dogs
I ain't saying that it's wrong
But mmm
Heard a nigga push a Lambo
When he really pedal bike
And this boy who selling drugs
Really work a nine to five
That's fantastic on dead dogs
I ain't saying that it's wrong
I just find it kinda funny how
They really think the clout can make some waves
My nigga
And that's a shame
My nigga
I pray your insecurities don't take your soul
My nigga
And on dead dogs I can not fold before some trolls
I gotta go
I rather show you the progression
Than to tell you Im the goat
(Ugh)
Bruh bruh think Im chilling
But I ain't
See I'm humble with the flames
'Til you say my name in vain
This nigga got green on his neck (Ugh)
Send these repugnant asses to the purgatory
Lemme tell a story of a clouty weather
When they really thought that they was swimming to land
They don't understand
They go the wrong way instead
I see it I want it I get it I got it
I throw it away then I do it again
These chips on my shoulder ain't nothing to me
Imma use them to gamble and going all in
I'm wasting my breath on these actors
Who thinking they playing a role 'cause they reading a script
If gimmickry really the way to success
Then half of these rappers would've been rich
I get it
Its clouty out there
Can I get an amen
For the truth being buried alive
With fake hustle gimmickry
Personas bedazzled with cubic zirconium
'Cause ain't no weight inside of your character
You claiming the city on shoulders
No wonder the town been in shambles
Damn
Niggas chasing clout
So they claiming gangs
While gang banging drug dealers
Tryna find they way out the game
And I get it I mean I wish I could
But I can't stomach flashing shit
That I don't have in my possession
So this Fiat push Ferrari horsepower
'Til my assets start accruing all this currency
And currently
I waterbend these wav. files
Until I'm seeing streams turn to oceans
Raise the water 'til it starts consuming skies
I mean
I'm gifted with the words
And then I turn it to a skill
So while you busy chasing clout
I make it pour
Watch me Reign supreme
I been praying for a minute
Don't you get it
This the omen
Amen I pray for people
Pray for self love in the midst of seeking stardom
And listening is just half of the problem
Other half is acting like you gotta fake 'til you make it
Imma say it for these people
Who keep acting like they characters
Beware of the clouty weather
(Heavenly Father please forgive me for all of my sins)
'Cause when it floods its sink or swim my nigga
Beware of the clouty weather
(We gather here today)
Beware of the clouty Weather
(To pray for the omen to pray for the heathens)
Beware of the clouty weather
(To pray for you and me)
'Cause when it floods its sink or swim my nigga
Drown
I see it I want it I get it I got it
I throw it away then I do it again
These chips on my shoulder ain't nothing to me
Imma use them to gamble and going all in
I'm wasting my breath on these actors
Who thinking they playing a role 'cause they reading a script
If gimmickry really the way to success
Then half of these rappers would've been rich
I get it
You gon' speak it to existence
You gon' spit it how you spit it
You gon' get it how you get it
That's the way that you been living
That's fantastic on dead dogs
I ain't saying that it's wrong
But mmm
Heard a nigga push a Lambo
When he really pedal bike
And this boy who selling drugs
Really work a nine to five
That's fantastic on dead dogs
I ain't saying that it's wrong
I just find it kinda funny how
They really think the clout can make some waves
My nigga
And that's a shame
My nigga
I pray your insecurities don't take your soul
My nigga
And on dead dogs I can not fold before some trolls
I gotta go
I rather show you the progression
Than to tell you Im the goat
(Ugh)
Bruh bruh think Im chilling
But I ain't
See I'm humble with the flames
'Til you say my name in vain
This nigga got green on his neck (Ugh)
Send these repugnant asses to the purgatory
Lemme tell a story of a clouty weather
When they really thought that they was swimming to land
They don't understand
They go the wrong way instead
I see it I want it I get it I got it
I throw it away then I do it again
These chips on my shoulder ain't nothing to me
Imma use them to gamble and going all in
I'm wasting my breath on these actors
Who thinking they playing a role 'cause they reading a script
If gimmickry really the way to success
Then half of these rappers would've been rich
I get it
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Writer(s): Andy Rondon
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