Bryant Dope - Clouds Of The k**a lyrics

(Hook x2) Catch me in the street Blowin' clouds of the k**er Your people are fake But my people are realer (Verse 1) Just woke up and hit the bong Tell them that my n***as on Flippin' words like birds Gettin' money that n***as never heard of And we chillin' n***a Smokin' on that k**er, n***a Got a bad b**h with a swollen a** Who like to ride this dick, n***a Stress ain't sh** to a premature don Michael Corleone, what’s the woklies on sponsored links So smooth, like a baby's epidermis Got that heat, n***a, pa** the Thermos Y'all tryin' to box me in But you cannot win That is sin, this God's plan I still plan to change your tone Like a spray tan Or a Ray-Ban n***as insane in the membrane Flow like hot flame, propane I'm in so low, k** your campaign Your camp told me to stop, mane But I only stop to let the f**ing beat drop Bake a crack verse, get the world off of Detox Young don dodda, name who's hotter No blue collar, one green dollar And I need that yen for the rubies and the doobies For the cuties in Jacuzzis Who meet Uzis if the uze me I ain't givin' sh** to a ho Sank good pipe in Cabo Cool a** n***a from the QU borough Born in the gutter, raised in the jungle Home of the concrete comeback n***as don't know come back soon I'mma change that Tell 'em where my brain's at (Hook x2) Catch me in the street Blowin' clouds of the k**er Your people are fake But my people are realer (Verse 2) Catch me in the streets countin' change with a dime piece I open up that zip and then she's rollin' rellos for me Homie, I swear that y'all don't know me I give my left hand daps Cause y'all are lame and y'all are phony Thought that we was cool 'Til you turn 'round and tried to clone me Now it's dial tones when you pick up and try to phone me Phony, I'm from a place where the sun don't shine Where red dot means matched red and black nines Cops still watch but never give time n***as pull Glocks and commit real crimes But I stay chill and I stay cool And hangin' out like swingin' noose Hip-hop hop give you the deuces Weed give me peace just like a Buddhist Burnin' by myself in a room secluded Bud too loud, the world is muted In the tree, my flow is rooted This is pure, y'all songs diluted Oh, I change my flow I leave you blind Like a window's closed You'll see all black like a minstrel show There is no hope, just like Jim Crow And I'm gone on the beat On the beat I'm gone on the beat Y'all n***as weak (Hook x2) Catch me in the street Blowin' clouds of the k**er Your people are fake But my people are realer