Cyclones

[Verse 1: Issa Gold] 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) [Verse 2: AK] 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 chatter with no back up That's a damn clown, we split matter and whole atoms with that gas sound Quit cappin', They false rappin’ When gods show, thought she changed your whole active At the front row, no Fronto, then 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