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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