Search and you will find Clouds, clouds, clouds Clouds, clouds Look around, what you see? I see God, I see you, I see me No facade, this is real, ain't no fakin' Dead homies ain't coming back, we gotta make it Welcome to the I.E. Where summers warmer and death is normal Funerals so frequent, half of us stop dressing formal Where ****** pride they self on Jordans, every pair And Supreme, same scenes I've seen like everywhere
Where kids listen to Lil Yachty over Chris Wallace And real ones never hate on a black man with a thick wallet That sounds like a place I just invented 'Cause it sure ain't no scrimmage When they see you out here getting your spinach I try to follow God and proceed to walk in his image But groupies swallow all of it, and it's hard in this business So get up off your ass 'cause you know you gotta get something And rake it up 'cause snakes exist And they'll kill you for nothing
Look, Cornbread got popped, Madlocks got popped T2 got popped, gang sweep, knock-knock, yeah More homies went down, meanwhile I'm not in town I'm adjusting my crown, me and my brother created a sound Then I found my freedom, 'cause they ain't giving out freedom A 100 miles, I'm speeding, on 10 East, chiefin' And I don't come out that much Cause these little dusty ****** is beefin' Protect us at all costs 'cause they listen to me when I'm speakin' They love dead black bodies, popped him in his head prolly Rap game Muhammad Ali, back to basics, Ali I just meditate for my peace, and levitate for my piece of mind And it works for me every time
It's a cloud for every one of our souls, just take a pick Connected to the creator, just make a wish I wish that all these so-called leaders would navigate I wish the Internet didn't force us to fabricate I wish I could clear these negative thoughts trapped in my head Wish I could bring City, Too Much, Harold, back from the dead TC, T2, kiss my granny while she lay in her bed Boocho, Demi, Cousin Motor, Montre, take me instead
All these tears that I've shed, could fill the Nile River and more I hear God inside me, I'm listening more I got one side that wanna hold the fist high in the midst of the war And the other hand might let this clip fly if you trip in this store We all hypocrites wanting Heaven, ready to kick in the door 'Til the pastor touch your son Now you don't even know what religion is for She at Planned Parenthood Don't know if she should get the abortion But her baby daddy just got life with evidence missing in court
Sound like the 909, where summer's warmer and death is normal It's funerals only time his mom could afford to dress him formal Whoa, I had to slow it down to calculate the run-up The real come-up is when you stop tryna come up This a message for them simple managers and label bastards You might get the masters but you'll never get the master Keep the bondage, don't need the homage, don't read the comments I don't see the hate, just feel the love I use these clouds to build me up
[00:22.62]Search and you will find [00:26.86]Clouds, clouds, clouds [00:31.10]Clouds, clouds [00:32.99]Look around, what you see? [00:34.88]I see God, I see you, I see me [00:37.48]No facade, this is real, ain't no fakin' [00:40.32]Dead homies ain't coming back, we gotta make it [00:43.26]Welcome to the I.E. [00:44.56]Where summers warmer and death is normal [00:46.55]Funerals so frequent, half of us stop dressing formal [00:49.24]Where ****** pride they self on Jordans, every pair [00:52.02]And Supreme, same scenes I've seen like everywhere [00:54.62] [00:54.97]Where kids listen to Lil Yachty over Chris Wallace [00:57.67]And real ones never hate on a black man with a thick wallet [01:00.65]That sounds like a place I just invented [01:02.64]'Cause it sure ain't no scrimmage [01:03.99]When they see you out here getting your spinach [01:06.18]I try to follow God and proceed to walk in his image [01:08.66]But groupies swallow all of it, and it's hard in this business [01:11.80]So get up off your ass 'cause you know you gotta get something [01:14.45]And rake it up 'cause snakes exist [01:16.09]And they'll kill you for nothing [01:17.31] [01:18.08]Look, Cornbread got popped, Madlocks got popped [01:20.17]T2 got popped, gang sweep, knock-knock, yeah [01:23.50]More homies went down, meanwhile I'm not in town [01:26.25]I'm adjusting my crown, me and my brother created a sound [01:29.04]Then I found my freedom, 'cause they ain't giving out freedom [01:31.38]A 100 miles, I'm speeding, on 10 East, chiefin' [01:34.47]And I don't come out that much [01:35.77]Cause these little dusty ****** is beefin' [01:37.22]Protect us at all costs 'cause they listen to me when I'm speakin' [01:39.95]They love dead black bodies, popped him in his head prolly [01:42.84]Rap game Muhammad Ali, back to basics, Ali [01:45.53]I just meditate for my peace, and levitate for my piece of mind [01:48.61]And it works for me every time [01:49.86] [01:50.85]It's a cloud for every one of our souls, just take a pick [01:54.09]Connected to the creator, just make a wish [01:57.02]I wish that all these so-called leaders would navigate [01:59.67]I wish the Internet didn't force us to fabricate [02:02.66]I wish I could clear these negative thoughts trapped in my head [02:05.15]Wish I could bring City, Too Much, Harold, back from the dead [02:08.34]TC, T2, kiss my granny while she lay in her bed [02:10.78]Boocho, Demi, Cousin Motor, Montre, take me instead [02:13.53] [02:14.43]All these tears that I've shed, could fill the Nile River and more [02:17.52]I hear God inside me, I'm listening more [02:19.42]I got one side that wanna hold the fist high in the midst of the war [02:22.20]And the other hand might let this clip fly if you trip in this store [02:24.95]We all hypocrites wanting Heaven, ready to kick in the door [02:27.89]'Til the pastor touch your son [02:29.20]Now you don't even know what religion is for [02:30.74]She at Planned Parenthood [02:31.80]Don't know if she should get the abortion [02:33.94]But her baby daddy just got life with evidence missing in court [02:36.34] [02:36.59]Sound like the 909, where summer's warmer and death is normal [02:39.48]It's funerals only time his mom could afford to dress him formal [02:41.72]Whoa, I had to slow it down to calculate the run-up [02:44.95]The real come-up is when you stop tryna come up [02:48.09]This a message for them simple managers and label bastards [02:51.08]You might get the masters but you'll never get the master [02:53.57]Keep the bondage, don't need the homage, don't read the comments [02:56.61]I don't see the hate, just feel the love [02:58.06]I use these clouds to build me up
