The World Famous Tony Williams - Cloud of Endo [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced by SMKA]

[Verse 1: STS]
Comin' down, rollin' up
Sweet James Jones in a styrofoam cup
All my cars got leather and wood
Off white body with the Santa Claus [?]
Got some [?]
Tell them niggas I'm the best and I ain't ever give a fuck
Listen nigga, I'm a threat and I ain't ever givin' up
I keep a quarter of the Cali, shall forever live it up
And this'll never be enough but you can bet a nigga bust
I know that Tia lookin' down on me, I hope I keep it up
And though I need my homie I can't let it eat me up
But if I'm ever in a rut or say I ever need a crutch
I got an angel lookin' down on me to tell me beat it up
Cause I'm high enough to reach him, I'm forever weeded up
Lot of shit is on my chest and so I had to speed it up
But when I finally get to Heaven [?] we did it up
Got the Chevy feeted up, we sittin' higher than we used to
Rollin' through the city, hittin' places that we used to
Still rollin' sticky, doin' things that we used to
Same niggas with me, all the same niggas you knew
Who knew? You knew, I was gon' blow
With a Betty in the Chevy with a heavy cloud of smoke
And tried to tell 'em 'bout my nigga while we mellow on the choke
Cause some Afghan kush is like Heaven to the throat

[Hook: The World Famous Tony Williams] x2
Rollin' down my window in a cloud of endo
I get high cause I don't know what we're in for
The streets don't love me, the block don't love me
I light my L for all my niggas above me

[Verse 2: STS]
I'm in the cabbie, I'm just rollin' 'round, rollin' up
OZ of OG Kush in the tuck
Ride for a while so I rolled me a dutch
Know it's pain in the world, everybody need a crutch
Got my nigga in a rut, facin' 7 years max
Conspiracy to sell, had his cellphone tapped
Nigga bailed for the trap, wish he would have fell back
Now he lookin' at a felony charge and that's that
Historical black fact, most niggas catch a charge
Once in our life, bein' niggas is hard
[?]
I still kick it for my niggas on that [?]
Blow a whiff of the bomb, and in the moment of calm
I raise an L for my niggas in the greater beyond
Smoke the greatest of chron while leanin' back in the coupe
'Scapin' all reality and then it's back in the booth
Puttin' work into the wordplay, never gettin' rest
Never know if you'll be here one day and disappear the next
Carpe diem on the chest, dealin' with the chest
It's the illin' type of feelin' when you're better than the rest
This is better than a threat, this as good as it gets
Cause the niggas that I'm with, they wouldn't settle for less
To my niggas up above who I'll never forget
Tell them niggas I'ma do it to death

[Hook] x2

[Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs]
Smokin' fire, y'all smoke up
'Roc and pineapple up in my cup
I don't fuck with Diddy but I drink Ciroc
Don't need a hundred niggas with me when I stain the block
Cause I'm solo dolo, prolly with your hoe
Gettin' sucked off by Camille and Coco
I'll put a pistol in a nigga mouth for Romo
Don't got to hit the scene with these hip-hop promos
Real shit you can't deal with
But that fuck shit, you've been stuck with
And yo the radio don't gotta ever play my shit
If I don't hit, niggas better learn to duck, bitch
Cause I'm rappin' and robbin', on my job and
You can push a mothafucka, you don't want no problems
FG 'bout cheese so you can't knock him
Show up at a rap show and go chain shoppin'
Bitch face down, shake down
Triple up when the hoe lick, break down
And a nigga got work on the mailin' list
Cause I be shippin' it off to like 8 towns
Wow, got loud and powder packs
16's in this bitch, straight bounce it back
Rollin' with my latest dime, see the bitch behind me
But I bet I ain't rollin' down my window

[Hook] x2