Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cyclones, artist - The Underachievers. Album song After the Rain, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Slang
Song language: English
Cyclones |
I tore the paper, you can keep your corny contract |
Smoke in the office, executive catching contact |
Boomeranging spliffs, you pass it I pass it right back |
That’s proper etiquette, my nigga don’t make the cycle wack |
That’s why I’m usually on my dolly shit |
Miracles for dreamers, and prayers show hopelessness |
Niggas scared to face reality, they wishing for something free |
Their momma lay their butter, my nigga you in a dream |
Carol the snake out a barrel with just my words |
Niggas saying dang you got better, well I conquer |
I represent consistency like playing for the Spurs |
Niggas giving up early, save that shit for the birds |
I laughed at her A cups when she took off her shirt |
But she copped a new ass, that shit is mighty absurd |
Guess God don’t give us everything, some shit you gotta earn |
So we grinding for the paper to get what we deserve |
Maybe that’s a figure but I get it just to live it up |
I’ll give you fucking parents, I’ma die off different fucking drugs |
I’ll buy a clock, indica, travel round the road a bunch |
Stash it for a future lover, light a fire, burn it up |
It’s funny how the money could compliment feeling good |
That shit go together like 2Pac signing to Suge |
My nigga copped a new patek watch, he looking good |
Knowing time’s an illusion but fuck it, we in the hood right |
(Fuck it, we in the hood right) |
Guardian of flames, the mary jeans' threads hang |
Flee, I’m like a dirty dan the type to steal your dame |
I’m the knight in shining armor, still rob her if I change |
Got exotics in my garden, I harvest just to inflame |
I ain’t playing judge, hatch it, there’s a law for all action |
Gotta keep that clean karma, my nigga get caught lacking |
That’s a man down, all that tatted with no back up |
That’s a damn clown, we split matter and hold atoms with that gat sound |
Quit cappin', They cost rappin' |
When gods show, thought she changed your whole active |
At the front row, no fun, told they can’t smoke |
I was Flatbush raised, I’m just sticking to the code |
I’m addicted to the glow like a fly on top of bulb |
Look inside like I’m exposed, like a champ I get the gold |
'Cause my passion with these notes, like Aretha, she the GOAT |
Hardly the romantic when I smash I hit the road |
They be trying answers, but I stay true to my soul |
Told my momma do not panic, got my purpose in control |
Treat the spliff just like a chalice, trying to balance out the lows |
All my niggas like I’m Goku every time I take a toke |
They be thinking local I be trying to change the globe |
Told 'em with a little focus, you could get back what you owed |
One ear out the other, gotta see it so they know |
So I V.S. |
all the diamonds, see me shining from the door |