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valley coop - clouds كلمات الأغنية

[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 once and 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 bad-ss flow
you rap about guns and drugs, but where they at though?
i k!ll 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 homies you 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-ck 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!ll this

[verse 2]
harder than t-tanium, 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 st-tches
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 d-mn about a cop
planting sh-t 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-t was wack
c4 blowing up is my starter pack
start it back, lame lyrics’ll give me heart attacks
spit the same sh-t that’s sick while i’m jogging laps,
they ain’t no real spittas, they ain’t no real n-ggas
k!ll a track with cold lyrics, run it back they souls lifted
drifting, like the clouds in the breeze,
got younger n-ggas 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

- valley coop

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