FADE INTO A CLOUD

Thought I would just write a verse
Then everything be fine
Chasing hoes fucking wasting time
Call up God got to pray for time
Saving grace by wasting mine
Least what my momma say I'm doing
Blessings flew in by the two
Blocking the vision like Patrick Ewing
Fade into a cloud now
New to this shit but not really a nuisance
Fresh what you smell
Ain't really a new scent
Ain't even zooted while writing this shit
Weekend comes fucking high as it gets
Fuck that I'm tired of hiding this bitch
Heaven only as high as it gets
Struggling daily trying to find that shit
Where you at God
Nah fuck that
Where I been
Durham the bull my first residence
Farthest west went was Tennessee
Family New York only remember me
As a seed or at seventeen
Smoking dope my momma catching me
Sit me down and lecture me
Question me about my questioning

Everyone wants to be a rapper
No one has talent though
Kawhi Leonard New Balance is
The way I'm balancing on challenges
A verse a day keeps the hurt away
In my hearse I lay
Satisfied with the work I made

Mean I got to go one day
Hopefully, it ain't by Sunday
Ain't repent for my sins yet
Ain't say goodbye to my friends yet
If I got to fade into a cloud
Brother Spooky blowing loud down
Go to my town
Ask what's the sound
I'm underground but they gave me a crown
Given the effort I'm giving
I'm either going to get it or die
Ain't no way I'm going to give in
Written of truths I've lived in
Me and God got a truce
Why my shit hitting
And if I was speaking to children
Excuse my French but fuck the system
Chase your dreams follow the vision
Zero fatigue no intermission
Knew since I was nineteen
They would spite me
While smiling
They despise me it energize me
We are not the same on my tee
Saying Chad Hardy for mayor
I'll send him a prayer
You better send one too
Thinking about if he send for you
Will they remember you

Fade into a cloud
Fly like a bird you always wanted to be
When they look up
I'll know their proud of me
Proud of me

On my pappy when the day is crappy
Think about the caddy
I ain't bought him yet
Thinking about my seed
He ain't born yet
Thinking about shit
I ain't taught him yet
Thinking about my brother Flame
I ain't forgot you yet
But I miss you bro
Like I miss my grandma
Bobby, Pops, soon my Nana
She ain't gone yet
Though I need to mention
Going fast down to dementia
Scared next time that I see her
Be like the first time I met her
Or at least what's left of her
What's left of her

What's meant to hurt you
Will never prosper
We are our biggest enemies and critics
When you can find love within yourself
Hate from other people hold no value
I hated myself for too long
I am loving myself from here on out
I love my voice cracks, my cuss words
My dogs loyal for life
I was blessed for a loving family
Thank God
Thank God
Praise Allah

What's left to hurt
What's left to hurt