The World Famous Tony Williams, Freddie Gibbs, STS - Cloud of Endo lyrics

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