Touch the Clouds

Savior Monroe;1 I Sinny

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Shoot em up bang bang Everybody duck down Then put your hands up We don't give a fuck now Let the beat bang bang Car or the truck now Everybody hands up Like you tryna touch clouds Shoot em up bang bang Everybody duck down Then put your hands up We don't give a fuck now Let the beat bang bang Car or the truck now Everybody hands up Like you tryna touch clouds Kick like a 45 Snare like a D.E Savior is live like Junior high P.E But I got flavor like 89 P.E Keeping your attention opposite of ADHD Long as you pay me Savior will break beats Similar to what they rapped on around 83 Started off as Kool Herc, now it's 88 keys Doggy style cripping now everybody Brazy Similar to Nas, half man, half amazing Life still a bitch, I'm approaching it like AZ This is doe or die dope Sicker than a common cold Need Respiration like Tek, Kweli, Common, Mos When it come to Motor City hip hop I am the host 2010 mixtapes I'm looking for that drama hoe Ain't no use in harming me Unless you want your arm and feet Tied up higher than the drugs from that pharmacy Getting a nigga, ain't no honor for the dishonorly Among a thief I'll let the chopper speak that's if you want some beef Hard to digest Betchu wish you was a Goat But I'm eating everything And I'm living unopposed Now I'm on a roll Better than consistency Catch him when he on the road Brains leaking in his jeep That's from the head nod, we ain't gotta shoot you for it Because the beat killing you before we hit the chorus Shoot em up bang bang Everybody duck down Then put your hands up We don't give a fuck now Let the beat bang bang Car or the truck now Everybody hands up Like you tryna touch clouds Shoot em up bang bang Everybody duck down Then put your hands up We don't give a fuck now Let the beat bang bang Car or the truck now Everybody hands up Like you tryna touch clouds I'm a grown man young scrap You only wanna clap back On the internet where Fingers turn to black gats Catch you in the street like Bums, dope fiends and a rat trap Betta use logic in yo rap pack We got killas tho That'll kill a nigga slow Cut and empty out the guts Burn it like we hitting the dro But fuck smoke We'll stick the fire in ya nose Making sure you inhale cus in hell we the goats