STS - Cloud of Endo lyrics

[Produced by SMKA] [Verse 1: STS] Comin' down, rollin' up Sweet James Jones in a styrofoam cup All my cars got leather and wood Off white body with the Santa Claus [?] Got some [?] Tell them n***as I'm the best and I ain't ever give a f** Listen n***a, I'm a threat and I ain't ever givin' up I keep a quarter of the Cali, shall forever live it up And this'll never be enough but you can bet a n***a bust I know that Tia lookin' down on me, I hope I keep it up And though I need my homie I can't let it eat me up But if I'm ever in a rut or say I ever need a crutch I got an angel lookin' down on me to tell me beat it up 'Cause I'm high enough to reach him, I'm forever weeded up Lot of sh** is on my chest and so I had to speed it up But when I finally get to Heaven [?] we did it up Got the Chevy feeted up, we sittin' higher than we used to Rollin' through the city, hittin' places that we used to Still rollin' sticky, doin' things that we used to Same n***as with me, all the same n***as you knew Who knew? You knew, I was gon' blow With a Betty in the Chevy with a heavy cloud of smoke And tried to tell 'em 'bout my n***a while we mellow on the choke 'Cause some Afghan kush is like Heaven to the throat [Hook: The World Famous Tony Williams] x2 Rollin' down my window in a cloud of endo I get high 'cause I don't know what we're in for The streets don't love me, the block don't love me I light my L for all my n***as above me [Verse 2: STS] I'm in the cabbie, I'm just rollin' 'round, rollin' up OZ of OG Kush in the tuck Ride for a while so I rolled me a dutch Know it's pain in the world, everybody need a crutch Got my n***a in a rut, facin' 7 years max Conspiracy to sell, had his cellphone tapped n***a bailed for the trap, wish he would have fell back Now he lookin' at a felony charge and that's that Historical black fact, most n***as catch a charge Once in our life, bein' n***as is hard [?] I still kick it for my n***as on that [?] Blow a whiff of the bomb, and in the moment of calm I raise an L for my n***as in the greater beyond Smoke the greatest of chron while leanin' back in the coupe 'Scapin' all reality and then it's back in the booth Puttin' work into the wordplay, never gettin' rest Never know if you'll be here one day and disappear the next Carpe diem on the chest, dealin' with the chest It's the illin' type of feelin' when you're better than the rest This is better than a threat, this as good as it gets 'Cause the n***as that I'm with, they wouldn't settle for less To my n***as up above who I'll never forget Tell them n***as I'ma do it to d**h [Hook] x2 [Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs] Smokin' fire, y'all smoke up 'Roc and pineapple up in my cup I don't f** with Diddy but I drink Ciroc Don't need a hundred n***as with me when I stain the block 'Cause I'm solo dolo, prolly with your hoe Gettin' s**ed off by Camille and Coco I'll put a pistol in a n***a mouth for Romo Don't got to hit the scene with these hip-hop promos Real sh** you can't deal with But that f** sh**, you've been stuck with And yo the radio don't gotta ever play my sh** If I don't hit, n***as better learn to duck, b**h 'Cause I'm rappin' and robbin', on my job and You can push a mothaf**a, you don't want no problems FG 'bout cheese so you can't knock him Show up at a rap show and go chain shoppin' b**h face down, shake down Triple up when the hoe lick, break down And a n***a got work on the mailin' list 'Cause I be shippin' it off to like 8 towns Wow, got loud and powder packs 16's in this b**h, straight bounce it back Rollin' with my latest dime, see the b**h behind me But I bet I ain't rollin' down my window [Hook] x2