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