I done seen a lotta sunny days (JD on the track)
But I still can't forget about them dark clouds

Made a million dollars, still ain't happy
I know this money can't get my niggas out the casket
I made a million dollars, still ain't happy
Say she got her tubes tied, bitch, you tryna trap me
What money make a bitch do, you don't know the half
Posted in the projects, I'm makin' them birds take a bath
Come and get your ho, 'cause I'm makin' these girls take a tab
I'm that nigga put my city on the map

To the nigga that killed Ty'Corey (bitch), let it die down
Put a bag on all of y'all, you better slide now
Twenty choppas in the F150, how I'm ridin' round
Merry Christmas, we tryna see who chimney to slide down, nigga
Playin' with my nigga just like Russian roulette
Fuck her when I wanna, I don't ask her for sex
I go where I wanna, nigga, show me respect
BMG, the mob, bitch, we 'bout a check

You ain't no shooter, get the fuck up out the car, nigga
Police put chains on my dawg, but this ain't Saw, nigga
We caught him at a baby shower, play it raw, nigga
You ain't no gangster, I can see that from afar, nigga

I been seein' dark clouds lately
I'm so tired of seeing dark clouds, baby
But it's them dark clouds that made me
Dark clouds, dark clouds
I been seein' dark clouds lately
I'm so tired of seeing dark clouds, baby
But it's them dark clouds that made me

I just took auntie to Sunday service
You ain't no gangster
You just slide when you be on a Perky
Two cars swervin', sent 200 shots like Kyrie Irving
I'm out the dirty, keep that boy away, he make me nervous
Buy that bitch some business 'fore I ever buy a Birkin
You too fine to beg me for a purse, bitch, you a serpent
Say he want a kilo, Nino meet him by the churches
Take a nigga pack and tell him that he don't deserve it
I was on my last hundred dollars, I was worthless
Seein' dark clouds over me, I'm hearin' voices
You gon' get this paper or be broke? I made choices
Lost a couple friends and it tore my heart to darkness, I be seein' dark clouds

You ain't no shooter, get the fuck up out the car, nigga
Police put chains on my dawg, but this ain't Saw, nigga
We caught him at a baby shower, play it raw, nigga
You ain't no gangster, I can see that from afar, nigga

I been seein' dark clouds lately
I'm so tired of seeing dark clouds, baby
But it's them dark clouds that made me
Dark clouds, dark clouds
I been seein' dark clouds lately
I'm so tired of seeing dark clouds, baby
But it's them dark clouds that made me (that's what made me)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Writer(s): David McDowell, Jeremy Biddle, Joao Duarte, Teldrick Smith