Dark Cloud (feat. Lil Jairmy)

(Can't rush the vibe, Rando)

**** want me dead, but I'm steadily in the trenches

Rollin' all this reggie got me stumblin' and trippin'

**** made diss songs and turned they friends into victims

Ten G's will have your friends at your candle vigil

I wish I would run, blick, you know I'll die with you

Side to side with you, down to ride with you

Hop out the car and send a few **** with you

All that woofin' on the 'net, but had everything handed to you

**** on my dick, talkin' to these bitches like it ain't our bitch

Steadily hatin' while I'm meditatin' with these white bricks

Humble **** played Bible, fell in love with gettin' rich

Really put more work in, risked my life for **** turned bitch

We the ones behind a lot of shit, but ain't gotta claim shit

Shootin' out the car, now you a killer? You a cold bitch

Quarterbackin' all these plays, no audible, I see the blitz

Never seen no jailbreak, you third person, you ain't no boss, ****

Hidin' behind your daddy, you just talkin', you just a talkin' ****

Blood got them bodies, keep hatin', this ain't Wendy Williams

Last thing I told blood before he passed was, "Go get them ****"

Opps ain't did nothin' but ride cap

While they brains be gettin' knocked out

It ain't a **** who made a diss song who ain't been shot at

I know you seen the way them .223s made that car melt

The way your partner laid there on the ground with his heart out

I know your hood felt that dark cloud

****, they know better than to diss me

Go and get the shovel, put him six feet

I might have to kill her, it depend on what my bitch see

Never leave no witness, I can't let no cat convict me

**** claim they killers, really rats, they can't convince me

I was there when what's-his-name got whacked, act like I didn't see

**** try me on the first, I swear we slidin' 'til the sixteenth

Walk your ass down, I keep some killers runnin' with me

Don't stop 'til they extinct, ****, go in overtime

Sent so many hits, got **** that I owe a dime

I'm ready for the blitz, got sticks that's my lil' boy size

I'm frontline with this shit, ain't runnin' when it's war time

**** sloppy, we slide organized

Ain't no point in talkin' 'til we hit the main target

Catch him on the highway in his car, I'm tryna park it

Turn his bitch into a widow, turn his daughter to an orphan

Don't try and post, be bad boys, you **** cops, Martin Lawrence

I just pulled up on my block up in a foreign

Really havin' reach, can get you shot while I'm out tourin'

I ain't popped a **** in some months, this shit gettin' borin'

Can't wait 'til a **** make me get up out this bitch, get back to scorin' (Pussy ****)