Cloud 9
Cloud 9
All the time
Bitch I'm on the grind
Cloud 9
All the time
On the grind
Cloud 9
Everything happen for a reason
I'm finding that hard to believe in
Looking like open season
With all the sprees we been seeing
No CNN
Could tell you bout this life that we living in
My young niggas perked up syrup'd up hurt luck
No CNN
Could tell you bout this life that we living in
My young niggas perked up syrup'd up hurt luck
Far from religion couldn't tell you what a church was
Strange place couldn't tell you where the church is
Money made all on the curb still
Strange place can't find the love still
His father doing 20
Been in there since he was 10
Damn this nigga just turned 20
And he caught a life sentence
Lack of guidance in the streets
High off drugs playing with the heat
Guns ain't nothing to be played with
He ain't have nobody to say it
Lack of guidance in the streets
High off drugs playing with the heat
Heated exchange with someone with beef
Punches thrown and guns drawn
No this ain't a art show
No this ain't Picasso
It's a war on lost souls
It's a war on lost souls
No this ain't a art show
No this ain't Picasso
It's a war on lost souls
It's a war on lost souls
Four shots now his opp gone
And he can't go back home
Too high can't process
Too high for the process
Life changes that quick
First body got em nauseous
First body got em cautious
Wash with bleach ditch the carcass
Weighing heavy on his conscious
Moving steady dodging rumors
But he told his bitch talking too much
Told his bitch talking too much
She told somebody that told somebody
Now they looking for a body
Should've known from the jump
That you can't trust anybody
Should've known from the jump
That you can't trust anybody
Niggas snakes bitches grimy
Should've known but you didn't know
Should've known but you didn't know
Should've known but you didn't know
It's a war on the lost souls
5 perkys a day syrup take the pain away
Laying low for days see if smoke blow away
Staying up for days the paranoia way
Shit so fucked up can't enjoy ya day
Shit so fucked up can't enjoy ya day
But what did you expect that the shit feel great
But what did you expect that the shit feel great
Caught em when he least expect that was his worst day
All the time
Bitch I'm on the grind
Cloud 9
All the time
On the grind
Cloud 9
Everything happen for a reason
I'm finding that hard to believe in
Looking like open season
With all the sprees we been seeing
No CNN
Could tell you bout this life that we living in
My young niggas perked up syrup'd up hurt luck
No CNN
Could tell you bout this life that we living in
My young niggas perked up syrup'd up hurt luck
Far from religion couldn't tell you what a church was
Strange place couldn't tell you where the church is
Money made all on the curb still
Strange place can't find the love still
His father doing 20
Been in there since he was 10
Damn this nigga just turned 20
And he caught a life sentence
Lack of guidance in the streets
High off drugs playing with the heat
Guns ain't nothing to be played with
He ain't have nobody to say it
Lack of guidance in the streets
High off drugs playing with the heat
Heated exchange with someone with beef
Punches thrown and guns drawn
No this ain't a art show
No this ain't Picasso
It's a war on lost souls
It's a war on lost souls
No this ain't a art show
No this ain't Picasso
It's a war on lost souls
It's a war on lost souls
Four shots now his opp gone
And he can't go back home
Too high can't process
Too high for the process
Life changes that quick
First body got em nauseous
First body got em cautious
Wash with bleach ditch the carcass
Weighing heavy on his conscious
Moving steady dodging rumors
But he told his bitch talking too much
Told his bitch talking too much
She told somebody that told somebody
Now they looking for a body
Should've known from the jump
That you can't trust anybody
Should've known from the jump
That you can't trust anybody
Niggas snakes bitches grimy
Should've known but you didn't know
Should've known but you didn't know
Should've known but you didn't know
It's a war on the lost souls
5 perkys a day syrup take the pain away
Laying low for days see if smoke blow away
Staying up for days the paranoia way
Shit so fucked up can't enjoy ya day
Shit so fucked up can't enjoy ya day
But what did you expect that the shit feel great
But what did you expect that the shit feel great
Caught em when he least expect that was his worst day
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Writer(s): Trayvion Nelson
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