Cloud9 - FRiED (feat. WYD Benny)

Tatted up, mommas mad
It's against her principals
Pourin fiji on my rocks
Got me dripping minerals
All these bitches want the love but it's only physical
You ain't gone catch me front a judge at municipal
Fuck rollin loud
Boy I'm rollin every week
Takin trips to the pirate
Reup like fourty gs
You waitin on fema boy you need some relief
I got blues in my pocket
That's the face of my dreams
You got twitter fingers bitch I'm rollin with elites
You about to drown way I drip- drop designer sheesh
Hopped in the whip, shit start with no keys
Got your girlfriend with me to not scrape up her knees
Drip aint the shirt baby it all in the shoes
Just copped the new Nikes damn they so blue
Look like a cat walk when I'm up with the crew
Just rolled up a blunt and some bowls loaded too
I'm certified fried
Boy you not that guy
I'm grinding til I am the greatest, all time
Smokin most potent
Flow sick the dopest
Been rappin for years boy now I'm more focused
Gettin so high bove the cielin I'm floating
Sorry I'm back like I said I'm too baked
Ascending so high damn near went outer space
Don't even try you cant spit at this pace
She suck dick while I smoke so We both givin face
Some smoke had to save
I was outta my pack
Kinda outta my mind
When I'm writing these tracks
Nah we ain't friends
How you stab in the back
Still I won't shake your hand
I move on with the past
Tryna run the numbers
Have an arrow pointing vertical
I always keep a buck
Like my respect is something earn able
New checks
Had em look with loose necks
Like I gotta whole loaf
I don't care what goose next
Brodie copping shoes
Brodie rocking blue checks
Spitting facts within my bars
I could never lose press
Run another beat
Smoking up before the sesh
Saying run another beat
Till I'm borderline deaf

Written by:
Benny Roach, Cloud Nine

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