Cloudy - Black Gatsby lyrics

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Cloudy - Black Gatsby lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1] Uh, with all these motherf**ing millions running round I know I'm gon' catch some n***as cutting hedges I'm thinking about hedge funds Tired of riding 10's and trying to stretch 1's hold up Uh, Forbes and Fortune, don't want the fame, we just want the change, the prestigious name Some black gates, maybe matte black B's, new money, the Black Gatsby, her lips still ashy She had to lick em' like LL, the cool J was to gra**y Bad vibes when her dude pa** me Cuz I'm high off the supply that his boo pa**ed me Ya girl got that good goodie, ya boo nasty Uh, WEST FIVE I'm trying be to us what Big is to Bed-Stuy Been trying get these bucks since n***as had Test Drive Sold a couple games for change like Best Buy My old heads had whip game since Test Drive And they sold a couple things for change like Best Buy But had to build it up from the bottom to sky high To watch it all burn to the ground like Left Eye Damn, and that's life Cops kick the door down and that's strikes Seem like you either close to a pin or close to an alley West Five out westside look nothing like Cali n***as claim the hood but be way out in a county that's way out in the mountains All the service be bad, sim cards ain't never reading That's why when we read lyrics we hardly ever believe them n***as just swapping semen and dickeating Uh, but I could care less as long as my peoples beasting I could care less as long as my peoples feasting No resting til' it's no less than Four Seasons every season No palm trees, beach streets, cozy retreats Just the Beast East, Wild West, I'm fresh in 10 deep We only 3 deep, small circle like some V cheeks We known to keep freaks to back it up just call em beep beeps Hold up, who that? n***a beep beep That ain't the janitor that's the hammerer came to street sweep Papa told my a** as a youngin', mistakes is costly Remember gun sounds drowned out the Mr. Softee Damn, and we just wanted ice cream Ran out the crib just to hear a 9 scream On a bad day, you could hear a mom scream All you hear is shots, hip hop, and sirens Whole hoods got washed out like Irene Then Temple and Drexel just came to buy it up The game uneven, I'm just trying tie it up Cloudy smarter, Bari Parker, build my bucks [gun shots]

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