Clouds

Search and you will find
Clouds, clouds, clouds
Clouds, clouds
Look around, what you see?
I see God, I see you, I see me
No facade, this is real, aint no fakin
Dead homies aint coming back, we gotta make it
Welcome to the I.E.
Where summers warmer and death is normal
Funerals so frequent, half of us stop dressing formal
Where ****** pride they self on Jordans, every pair
And Supreme, same scenes Ive seen like everywhere
Where kids listen to Lil Yachty over Chris Wallace
And real ones never hate on a black man with a thick wallet
That sounds like a place I just invented
Cause it sure aint no scrimmage
When they see you out here getting your spinach
I try to follow God and proceed to walk in his image
But groupies swallow all of it, and its hard in this business
So get up off your ass cause you know you gotta get something
And rake it up cause snakes exist
And theyll kill you for nothing
Look, Cornbread got popped, Madlocks got popped
T2 got popped, gang sweep, knock-knock, yeah
More homies went down, meanwhile Im not in town
Im adjusting my crown, me and my brother created a sound
Then I found my freedom, cause they aint giving out freedom
A 100 miles, Im speeding, on 10 East, chiefin
And I dont come out that much
Cause these little dusty ****** is beefin
Protect us at all costs cause they listen to me when Im speakin
They love dead black bodies, popped him inhis head prolly
Rap game Muhammad Ali, back to basics, Ali
I just meditate for my peace, and levitate for my piece of mind
And it works for me every time
Its a cloud for every one of our souls, just take a pick
Connected to the creator, just make a wish
I wish that all these so-called leaders would navigate
I wish the Internet didnt force us to fabricate
I wish I could clear these negative thoughts trapped in my head
Wish I could bring City, Too Much, Harold, back from the dead
TC, T2, kiss my granny while she lay in her bed
Boocho, Demi, Cousin Motor, Montre, take me instead
All these tears that Ive shed, could fill the Nile River and more
I hear God inside me, Im listening more
I got one side that wanna hold the fist high in the midst of the war
And the other hand might let this clip fly if you trip in this store
We all hypocrites wanting Heaven, ready to kick in the door
Til the pastor touch your son
Now you dont even know what religion is for
She at Planned Parenthood
Dont know if she should get the abortion
But her baby daddy just got life with evidence missing in court
Sound like the 909, where summers warmer and death is normal
Its funerals only time his mom could afford to dress him formal
Whoa, I had to slow it down to calculate the run-up
The real come -up is when you stop tryna come up
This a message for them simple managers and label bastards
You might get the masters but youll never get the master
Keep the bondage, don't need the homage, dont read the comments
I dont see the hate, just feel the love
I use these clouds to build me up