Cloudy G - V
Shit change everyday
Gotta roll wit the punches
Keep yo head up
Get through them obstacles
Love be fake, that’s one thing I know
On the low I can’t trust shit no more
It’s like how the fuck you gon say that
Nigga we use to go way back
Everything done change quick right in front of my eyes
But I still mind my business where my short and tie
The money train coming soon , Ima hop on it and see you soon
Best believe we playing no games my n***** munchin’
You out here looking for yo bitch she at my function
If them people put me in that room I won’t say nothing
Count them racks before I close my eyes and I sleep lovely
This Chinese V eating the inside of me
Money came wit all these problems I ain’t even think
I ain’t complaining I ain’t tripping I’m still doing me
When I was broke ain’t have a dollar my phone ain’t even ring
Ain’t get no call from you, ain’t get no call from them
Pockets full of blues couldn’t make a ocean then jump in and swim
I move wit no emotion antisocial they can’t understand
The way I move in silence ima G you hear them dropping pens
If it’s smoke drop the loc
I’m at ya door like dominoes
When I was broke it wasn’t funny, but y’all was laughing at me tho
Now y’all can’t say that shit, this lil bitch told me she love me told her save that shit
I’m locked in the Stu I’m workin
Trappin Monday to Monday
Grown ass fuck ain’t got no money, boy you don’t be on nothing
Don’t talk about that shit you had if you can’t show me something
Put problem in my travel bag catching flights in Loui Luggage
Pops say you be state to state, dam boy you be on the go
Told em I gotta live this life you know you only get one of those
Ima leave but I’m coming back, I got money I gotta make
V cut before the flight go to sleep wake up in another state
This Chinese V eating the inside of me
Money came wit all these problems I ain’t even think
I ain’t complaining I ain’t tripping I’m still doing me
When I was broke ain’t have a dollar my phone ain’t even ring
Ain’t get no call from you, ain’t get no call from them
Pockets full of blues couldn’t make a ocean then jump in and swim
I move wit no emotion antisocial they can’t understand
The way I move in silence ima G you hear them dropping pens
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