Cloud of Endo - The World Famous Tony Williams, Freddie Gibbs, 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 niggas I’m the best and I ain’t ever give a fuck

Listen nigga, 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 nigga 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 shit 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 niggas with me, all the same niggas 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 nigga while we mellow on the choke

'Cause some Afghan kush is like Heaven to the throat

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 niggas above me

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 nigga in a rut, facin' 7 years max

Conspiracy to sell, had his cellphone tapped

Nigga 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 niggas catch a charge

Once in our life, bein' niggas is hard

I still kick it for my niggas on that

Blow a whiff of the bomb, and in the moment of calm

I raise an L for my niggas 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 niggas that I’m with, they wouldn’t settle for less

To my niggas up above who I’ll never forget

Tell them niggas I’ma do it to death

Smokin' fire, y’all smoke up

'Roc and pineapple up in my cup

I don’t fuck with Diddy but I drink Ciroc

Don’t need a hundred niggas with me when I stain the block

'Cause I’m solo dolo, prolly with your hoe

Gettin' sucked off by Camille and Coco

I’ll put a pistol in a nigga mouth for Romo

Don’t got to hit the scene with these hip-hop promos

Real shit you can’t deal with

But that fuck shit, you’ve been stuck with

And yo the radio don’t gotta ever play my shit

If I don’t hit, niggas better learn to duck, bitch

'Cause I’m rappin' and robbin', on my job and

You can push a mothafucka, 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'

Bitch face down, shake down

Triple up when the hoe lick, break down

And a nigga 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 bitch, straight bounce it back

Rollin' with my latest dime, see the bitch behind me

But I bet I ain’t rollin' down my window