CLOUD 333

[Verse 1: Neako]

Ah, I’m floating on cloud 9
I’m feeling results, of a 9 win about mine
Been in the trance since 9, it’s about time
I’m a rhyme, I just riddle facts
Money and cars is the things that they give you back
Born in the projects, tell me can you picture that
I’m in the places that I never seen you niggas at
I ain’t lying, switch flows I ain’t trying
People tryna sell me info, I ain’t buyin
Put in work, many hours, I was slave, many powers
I display, make these cowards run away
I drift like the weed smoke, inhale, exhale as we go
Spanish girls yeah they sippin henny
You can get it, if you tryina spend it, pretty penny follow me -

[Bonnie Blunts]
Money on my mind, put the dummies in line
With my back against the wall, never slipping, never fall
Hitting licks from the winter to the fall
Need a real nigga only answer when I call
We shop in boutiques while yall shoppin' in the malls
Hit the streets, smoking dutches or the raw
Get me home, hit the sheets, no panties, no draws
Fuck him till he soft, I’m a rebel with a cause
Let me take you on a tour, niggas always want more
But I ain’t got the time, tryna make the world mine
By the rhymes of my mental, take care of my kinfolk, like I was a Winslow
You get it, don’t regret it, if I said it
Bitches hating on the low
But I don’t never sweat it, just deadin' them foes
Let me get this fetty, paper chase on my toes
So I’m always on the go
Never slowin' down, pour up another round, this that LVL sound

[Verse 2: Neako]
These levels is endless, my enemies senseless
Pull up and pull off in a big boy engine
You niggas defenseless, my youngins relentless
The plane lift off, nigga we living
My verses is heard by all my niggas in prison
I’m good with the words but even great with the vision
I could reach you from far, I got the illest precision
I done a lot on my own, so I could earn my own throne
Stack up and get this money and get a new home
Act up and feel the pressure, a nigga hood grown
I set out for glory, I owned the pen before I'm writing the story
I see no nigga before me, or anywhere in sight
This is celebratory, let’s go!

[Bonnie Blunts]
Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
Whatever, Wherever on my Maxwell shit
Pluck pigeons by the feathers, they all flock together
Blunts on the dresser make moves that’s clever
Under pressure, I never fold
I got 9 lives let the story be told
I be the black cat with my eyes gold
Dance in the moonlight, and let the time go
I’m tryna do right, but I can’t move slow
Hit the pedal to the floor cause I can’t get enough
And I always want more
Push the button on you whores, while I’m making all the noise
Pushing big boy toys in the ring like Floyd
Get your nigga high and send him home paranoid
All my bitches fly, flick it up on polaroids
I gotta get high just to get by
Blowing weed, smoke, level up
This shit will be televised