[Verse 1: Rowland Marywayne]

Yeah, it’s real classy (laughs)

Yo, niggas ain’t know, but I know damn well I’m killing they flows

I’m blowing they hoes and I’m killing these shows

Fuck you saying? We been on our own

Y’all niggas out here rolling up strong

Put us on the map when I get in my zone

This is off of my dome, y’all niggas is clones

I’m blowing O’s, getting those off for the low

Got full control, never could I go and sell my soul

That shit’s pure gold, you’re just a goat

Never lose faith, I never lose hope

Stay in my lane and elevate my own

Get in the way, then you about to get ghost

Better rеalize now I’m a king on my throne

Five-oh-three, Rosе City my home

GFE, put it down for the zone

Never meet defeat, I speak my peace

But that piece will speak if you wrong

Rolling up weed for me and y’all reefer weak

You ain’t smoking tough, you ain’t gone

Look at her physique, she wanna fuck the team

She tryna make it back to my home

Know I been murking beats and every track is heat

So you can’t deny that we on

Been planting seeds, we got what you need

This food for thought for your soul

You want defeat, then know it ain’t cheap

’Cause I kill all of these songs

I’m an odyssey, ’cause it’s odd to see

Somebody young, but so grown

Know we spit dope, but we can’t be cloned

That’s just how it goes, so…

[Chorus: Don Keon]

I live on a cloud

I’m copping an ounce, then breaking it down

You know what I’m about

We roll up a cone, then pass it around

You stay on the ground

These bitches in love with me ’cause of my sound

They loving my style

A couple of rounds and it’s going down

I live on a cloud

I’m copping an ounce, then breaking it down

You know what I’m about

We roll up a cone, then pass it around

You stay on the ground

These bitches in love with me ’cause of my sound

They loving my style

A couple of rounds and it’s going down

[Verse 2: CJ Gutter]

Blasting, shout out to my lungs, we on delicate

Giving no hints within the text, dirty text

Bitches tryna get the sex, coastal finesse

I’m infinite, got two seats up in the ’Vette

Performance sold-out seats, forty-five minute sets

NSA, niggas ain’t posing no threats

Under the press, who’s in the press?

Cosplaying niggas really, so fuck are you protect?

The bombs try to bend safety

Now we got rocks and a bulletproof vest

I’m sensing fear like a nuclear event

By Kim Jong-un in revenge

I’m on the edge, up on the deck like leaves in August

Constant, too many people tryna have me on the drama

[Bridge: Rowland Marywayne]

Nossa, my niggas on the motherfucking blocks

Breaking down the motherfucking nuggets, puff it

Pass it to my nigga VZ, let him huff it

Yeah, it’s nothing, it’s nothing

He told you one time, it’s nothing

Bitches talking about a nigga on the motherfucking Tumblr

I ain’t even got a fucking blog

But they still gon’ talk, yeah, they still gon’ talk

But it’s time to fucking walk

I’m doing my dude, fuck you too

Nigga, it’s CJ

[Chorus: Don Keon]

I live on a cloud

I’m copping an ounce, then breaking it down

You know what I’m about

We roll up a cone, then pass it around

You stay on the ground

These bitches in love with me ’cause of my sound

They loving my style

A couple of rounds and it’s going down

I live on a cloud

I’m copping an ounce, then breaking it down

You know what I’m about

We roll up a cone, then pass it around

You stay on the ground

These bitches in love with me ’cause of my sound

They loving my style

A couple of rounds and it’s going down

[Verse 3: Rowland Marywayne]

Yeah, yeah

Scribbling bars inside my pad again

Rolling my weed, chasing after my dreams

They wanna be mad at him

I call up my nigga Giell

He down with that Xan and that lean, so it’s going down

Two bad ones tryna get it active

In a half an hour, they’ll be in town

I’m like, “What? Hold up

Got a few grams, let me roll up”

Niggas try hating, these niggas gon’ take it down low

These lame-ass niggas need to grow up

Niggas need to grow up, ayy

Wait, let me pour up

Wait, now I’m tore up

Wait, let me throw up

Ayy, the cake just good

We make even more, they hate even more

Don’t try to stop us if you ain’t on top of your shit

’Cause we on it, I’m just being honest

All over bitches in college

Always be rolling that whatchamacallit

That herb, peppering bunch of that chronic

Inside of my raws, inside things will party

You niggas just rapping, my niggas are artists

You think you a publisher, you must be retarded

You little niggas garbage, but don’t take my word for it

You don’t just start off with it

My nigga, you gotta work for it

So the way I grind and the way I shine

They don’t gotta work for it

Make a nigga wanna take a picture of it

Loving every minute of it, yeah

[Chorus: Don Keon]

I live on a cloud

I’m copping an ounce, then breaking it down

You know what I’m about

We roll up a cone, then pass it around

You stay on the ground

These bitches in love with me ’cause of my sound

They loving my style

A couple of rounds and it’s going down