#Paradise #BlowinCloudz

its mr blowin clouds baby SLZ grind time cuzzin measure up the D from a nickel bag of funk to a dime sack of meth blowin mary jane till my very last breath im a beast off the leash no flea colla paper chasing daily till my very last dolla watch how u speak and watch what u say if u haven't noticed my click dont play from beginning of the universe down to thee end time infinite eternity to spend posted on the curb with a pocket fulla stones all I see are wanna be mini me and clones I learned how to live and not just exist no tic toc no tinder not even a tryst in the midst of the struggle I count it all joy im a real man baby your used to lil boy trained as a toddler tae Kwan doe find me backstage selling passes to your hoe im illustrating manuscripts and sealing up scrolls snorting good powder and packing fat bowls 1,2,the 2 and 2,to the 3 San Lorenzo village baby SLZ another day in paradise im going all in grateful for the pleasure but im guilty of the sin its the master of the music who orchestrates the show the crowds captivated by the hustle and the flow just for the moment one minute at a time I'll live my life legit and make money off these rhymes addicted to the head rush chasing that change 8 months off dope and it felt kinda strange