Yeah, klouded

Some shit

I’m a dig into these brain cells and open them up a bit, shit
Each one coming at me like i'm dodging my own punches
You shoulda seen me back in school, i was taking my own lunches
Had time to think about it while I skipped class to do fun shit
The other part of me inside, dying, calling me a dumbshit
Hip hop showed up like, Sit the fuck down son, this time I’m a run shit
Kept the notebooks by the bedside
Kept waking up to write a rhyme or some shit
Sometimes you have to make a beat without a drum kit
Take a seat, I’m not done yet
When life hands you a potato, but you didn’t want a russett
I don’t wanna rush it
But I like to get up when the sun lit
Filling up the bucket
So at least when I kick it, I can spill it onto something
But that don’t really do much for me now does it
Unless I fill it up with something nobody else can fuck with

What is this?
This some shit
Hey, what is this?
This some shit!

You know life is twisted
Sometimes I’d like it different
That’s why I
Got my middle finger up
Smoking bud getting drunk
Wish I could keep a buzz like this
Without having run-ins with the cuffs, me and my homies
Don’t ever come around and act like you don’t know me
When I was young, I tried to keep people close to me
Like I had a fear of missing out on something
I don’t know, now I’m trying to keep my distance from it
Mind on my money, health and business
Fuck bitches though, it’s funny
Love is better than money when you find somebody dope
And bitch, you know I like to get high

What is this?
This some shit
Hey, what is this?
This some shit!

Turn it up
This beat is something
Turn it up a little more, bump it
Yeah it’s just klouded on the microphone
Sometimes I’m just like this some shit
I know sometimes I’m rude
But I’m thankful
I gotta watch my back to see my paper stack grow
So even though I act rude
I’m thankful for where I’m at
But you know I gotta watch my back
To see my paper stack

What is this?
This some shit
Hey, what is this?
This some shit!

Even if I’m heartless I’m a get them bpms
Might need an ekg for my money problems
Might need an LED for my growing gems
Keep the greens rolling in
You know, moves I gotta make for those that depend
Now that I have shit I don’t wanna lose it
Knowing as we get older we start to lose it, shit
No going back bitch
Don’t come around me act like you don’t know me
When I go smoke some weed or pour some out for me
This party getting kinda old
Do you wanna go?
Don’t know
Nobody know Me like this

What is this?
This some shit
Hey, what is this?
This some shit!

I’m a dig into these brain cells and open them up a bit, shit
Kept the notebooks by the bedside
Kept waking up to write a rhyme or some shit

What is this?
This some shit
Hey, what is this?
This some shit!