CloudsOfStorm

[ Verse: S God ]
Keep it 100 I'm floatin' on clouds
Dressin' the trillest you know I got style
Diamonds is water they drippin' like Nile
Say I'm not a God, you live in denial
Bitch don't kill the vibe, we feel too alive
I'm not satisfied 'till my high like paradise
Runnin' up a check like a mufuckin' track meet
I be on attack gettin' right to where the racks be
That be where the wack can't be, where the wack can't go
Yeah where there ain't no room for the lame
Bitches want the last name
I leave every track slain
Way too acclaimed bitch
Greenery be the language
Weed talk, money talk
Broke boys get vanquished
Distinguished taste with the hood shit
$900,000 I'm hood rich, spent it all at Gucci
Shoot up your set like a fuckin' movie
Embodyment of a true legend with a bad temper, send your crew to heaven
Made half a mil on the music shit and the clock ain't even half past eleven
Pimp shit what I specialize
Hazel eyes they hipnotize
Fade on the side bitch fuck with a God
Team too trill can't fuck with the squad
Tripple 6 what I be on
S God, upper echelon
S God be the paragon
I gets cheese like parmesan
I don't give 'bout your man hoe
Just shake that shit comando
Forget about your plans tho
If you tryna earn these bands hoe
I be takin' over, burnin' bright super nova
I'm a God, nothin' lower
Cut you down like a mower
Never catch me sober
Mufuckin' loner
I'm a motherfuckin' weed smoker
Definition of a stoner
God damnit I'm better than all of these fuckers
Talkin' that shit, I'mma call up the gunners
And we'll leave your body all slumped in the gutters
Then fuck on your sister, your aunt and your mother

[ Outro: S God ]
God damnit I'm better than all of these fuckers
Talkin' that shit, I'mma call up the gunners
And we'll leave your body all slumped in the gutters
Then fuck on your sister, your aunt and your mother
God damnit I'm better than all of these fuckers
Talkin' that shit, I'mma call up the gunners
And we'll leave your body all slumped in the gutters
Then fuck on your sister, your aunt and your mother
God damnit I'm better than all of these fuckers
Talkin' that shit, I'mma call up the gunners
And we'll leave your body all slumped in the gutters
Then fuck on your sister, your aunt and your mother