Double cups of that muddy stuff purple rain
Couple grams in the backwood, it blow my brain
Real nigga, you know the motto, money over fame
Cloud catchers, that's on my life always rep the gang
Insomniatic paper chasing got me losing sleep
Rolling off this molly, ive been up for bout a week
The hardest nigga out, I've barely even reached my peak
Straight out the field, how I feel no pity for the weak
A double cup, treat my niggas like my brothers
These niggas suckas, serve em like the last supper
Ballin like the rucker, these pussy niggas undercover
Im off a upper, in the trap crunching numbers
Crush competition, I aint have a pot to piss in
Now I'm ballin on these niggas, I should sign to the pistons
I should give you food for thought but I don't want you in my kitchen
Cuz You a friendly ass nigga, you talk more than these bitches
You be talking in them pillows, I talk money it's a difference
Bitch I got it out the mud, I ain't need no assistance
Nigga you will catch these hands if my name in yo mentions
Nigga you don't understand what it mean to be consistent
Double cups of that muddy stuff purple rain
Couple grams in the backwood, it blow my brain
Real nigga, you know the motto, money over fame
Cloud catchers, that's on my life always rep the gang
Im exactly who im posed to be
But I can't lie, I kinda miss the sober me
A more responsible, a more focused me
But either way, niggas ain't cold as me
Yeah, bitch im the man but I digress
Niggas hate my guts and these hoes say I'm a hot mess
Nigga you a lame and tacky, that is not fresh
Wavy ass nigga but a monster, im a loch ness
Percy or a addy, I don't know what imma pop next
Keep my spirits up, ain't no way that imma die stressed
Imma die with money matter fact, bury me with checks
This the soundtrack to my life, money drugs sex
Mothaf*ck my ex, matter fact I ain't got no ex
That's the old me, this a new me
Yeah I started fresh
Yeah I like to flex for them times I was starving
Im still getting money with the niggas that I started with
Cloud
Double cups of that muddy stuff purple rain
Couple grams in the backwood, it blow my brain
Real nigga, you know the motto, money over fame
Cloud catchers, that's on my life always rep the gang
Double cups of that muddy stuff purple rain
Couple grams in the backwood, it blow my brain
Real nigga, you know the motto, money over fame
Cloud catchers, that's on my life always rep the gang