The Clouds

"My midnight angel..."

Yeah
Cuz nigga I aint done from these rainy days
I summon my blade and turn rap gods into kid's essays
Add a little foreplay, flow derivative just like my DNA
In her stomach rummaging around till she plummets
Lyrical rounds I'm dumping, two weeks later found your
Found your favorite rapper's body in public
I be making all the haters covet
Fuck around and have the butcher coming
Fuck around and drop an album with one of my favorite cousins
Now watch me push the button, going ballistic
Fuck around and go OJ animalistic
No need to peep the statistics
A master at work, oh I'm sadistic
Be realistic, look through the texture and under that I am too vicious
Blood too viscous, can't even sleep if I wanted to
And Ima keep it a bean, you can't even
"Nigga stop trying to fuck with me"
Niggas be smoking to the thought of knowing us
Take in everything I say because I'm going nuts
Just a black kid in a green tie and cream-colored loafers
Always white niggas complaining about the colored voters

You know that sword under my tongue
Taking that out, it might time
I bring my fists to a gun fight every time
I'm the next Rob Lucci
Fuck around and kill the coochie as Afro Luffy
I'm a different type of goofy

New degenerates moving, coordinate with the aggravated assailants
We need to recalibrate, ho

Hope I don't destroy the city states
I communicate with my eyes and they say that the moon went missing
Then I blinked, she was gone
Made it at the skin of my teeth, Thank god
Niggas throwing spades when I already put on my poker face
It's been 2 years since I've seen that broken vase
Then I killed a king with a clean pillowcase

"It's been so long..."



Credits
Writer(s): G. Murray
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