LG Experience - Clouds lyrics

[Verse 1] I spit flames in the mic, no kryptonite We steady walking in the dark like we crip the night But no fights, she love it when I spit that nice The homies said it was tight, these haters say it's aight But then I ran it over onceand remixed it twice The rappers say just relax and hit the pipe But I keep on spitting it's just the religion Until I tell you good riddance, and get all the red ribbons I'ma stay going in with my bada** flow You rap about guns and d**,but where they at though? I k** fake MC's, you can call me Rambo Until the day that I die, you was still a fan though Lowkey, you is still a enemy I remember back then when we was chilling, you was friends with me But all that changed,you started playing those games Claiming to the big homiesyou was hitting them stains, dang Sold your soul for the money and the fame Now what you got now? Just some money and a chain Don't show out, we blow out, friend or foe now? Leave the stove out, the dope out, we on the road now [Hook] [X2] Bow down To the greatest ever to spit it The one that actually did it Screaming f** your feelings Bow down To the one cause I'm the illest These MC's is on my hitlist And you know I had to k** this [Verse 2] Harder than titanium, split your cranium The Air Maxes that I wear, you'd think I'm probably staining 'em, This ain't about that street trife life or them murderous nights The fights for rights of black lives is right In spite of those,no friends, only pros Keep your mouth shut, start breathing out your nose We all know the old saying; snitches get stitches If you don't snitch you'll be playing with your digits Or flipping switches,it's whatever, not my business I kick it with the homies cause I like to feel the realness On the spot,give a damn about a cop Planting sh** on black people, then go claim they found some rocks Probably not, will I ever mess with you, I chill with the big homies and go do what villains do Check the stats, they want me back, I thought my sh** was wack C4 blowing up is my starter pack Start it back, lame lyrics'll give me heart attacks Spit the same sh** that's sick while I'm jogging laps, They ain't no real spittas,they ain't no real n***as k** a track with cold lyrics,run it back they souls lifted Drifting,like the clouds in the breeze, Got younger n***as pulling the triggers bringing clout to their needs They feed on modern day progression The obsessions of drug testing has got them to the left end stressing [Hook] [X2] Bow down To the greatest ever to spit it The one that actually did it Screaming f** your feelings Bow down To the one cause I'm the illest These MC's is on my hitlist And you know I had to k** this