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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
N.O.R.E.
N.O.R.E.
Vocals
L.E.S.
L.E.S.
Drum Programming
Complexions
Complexions
Performer
Kyze
Kyze
All Instruments
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Victor Santiago
Victor Santiago
Songwriter
Leshan Lewis
Leshan Lewis
Songwriter
Kevin Ravenell
Kevin Ravenell
Songwriter
Kenneth Grant
Kenneth Grant
Songwriter
Kacy L. Brooks
Kacy L. Brooks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
L.E.S.
L.E.S.
Producer
Brian Garten
Brian Garten
Recording Engineer
Anthony "Uncle Wise" Williams
Anthony "Uncle Wise" Williams
Executive Producer
Glen Marchese
Glen Marchese
Mixing Engineer
Kyze
Kyze
Co-Producer
Martin Moor
Martin Moor
Co-Executive Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Victor Santiago
Victor Santiago
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Yea **** always asking questions man
Like why y'all **** so wild
Y'all **** go everywhere, shotouts, fights, things going on man
Y'all **** doing y'all thing, getting a little paper man
Why ya'll **** can't stay out of trouble man
It's like black clouds be following us man
Time for ya'll **** to get to know Nore
**** wanna know yo what's wrong with the god
Cause every other day it's on with the god
Every week a different beef
Yea and my **** cock guns and buy them for cheap
Shotouts in front of here and there let's be clear
And we done sent **** to intensive care
You see guns no problem, beef is no problem
**** start snitching, thats weak, thats a problem
I stay quiet, and don't talk to the press
Fuck a courtroom, I'm good on the street with tec's
**** Deuce locked, he got 15 years like booth
He just went up, shit got me bent up
It's time to celebrate, but wait my **** ain't here
My father ain't here, Pun ain't here
It don't seem like life treating me fare
I drink Henny, it's stronger than that Belvedere
Black clouds over my head, follow my lead
Waking up in the morning beer and weed
Why the fuck it seems like, it's so hard to breath
Why the hood seems like it's hard to leave
We been waiting on this money for quite so long
And my **** on the run now, way to long
Black clouds go away for the rest of the day
Black clouds just go away, don't fuck up the day
I make good music, and thats the reason I sold
Through out platinum albums, and shit went gold
I can't stress this cause god, I'm on the guest list
Feeling like Xzibit, straight restless
When it's my turn to blow, and own the cable
I sold eight hundred thou on the penalty label
And man shit deep, I ain't reach my peak
It's my fifth album, ain't none of it weak
I admit Melvin Flynt my soul wasn't there
Recording in the studio, mind wasn't clear
Said had to backup blunts and skunks
No quotables still ain't get rhyme of the month
Black Clouds follow me, like where ever I go
Even when I ain't stressed, and I'm ready to flow
I just let go, just let me know
It's going be a better day, my seeds is celo
Black clouds over my head, follow my lead
Waking up in the morning beer and weed
Why the fuck it seems like, it's so hard to breath
Why the hood seems like it's hard to leave
We been waiting on this money for quite so long
And my **** on the run now, way to long
Black clouds go away for the rest of the day
Black clouds just go away, don't fuck up the day
Black clouds go away
You been on slime back like everyday
Everytime I turn around, you bringing drama my way
I don't know how I deal with beef today
"Black clouds" it seems you always with me
Can't get no paper unless you there with me
Can't go nowhere unless you there with me
I don't even care, who else is there with me
Black clouds go away
You been on slim back like everyday
Everytime I turn around, you bringing drama my way
I don't know how I deal with beef today
"Black clouds" it seems you always with me
Can't get no paper unless you there with me
Can't go nowhere unless you there with me
I don't even care, who else is there with me
Black clouds over my head, follow my lead
Waking up in the morning beer and weed
Why the fuck it seems like, it's so hard to breath
Why the hood seems like it's hard to leave
We been waiting on this money for quite so long
And my **** on the run now, way to long
Black clouds go away for the rest of the day
Black clouds just go away, don't fuck up the day
Written by: Kacy L. Brooks, Kenneth Grant, Kevin Ravenell, Leshan Lewis, Victor Santiago
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