Build statues in my memoriam
Got you feelin the euphorium
Making money from this fire
Call it a crematorium
Even in space
Crowds in Apollo Auditorium
Cutting down these rappers
Is how I'm showin em
Now I'm in my starship
And I'm just getting started
Boutta leave the station
I'll be your dearly departed
Picasso of this game
Boi I'm a f*cking artist
Anarchist Aesthetic
Best believe I've f*cking lost it
All you throwing diss
Talking bout that and this
Boi I'm stay number 1
No wonder y'all are pissed
Now you're goin down
All your fans prefer my sound
I'm not in the mainstream
But it's better than underground
And now I'm givin daps
From running all these tracks
100 miles deep
I don't got time to relax
I've already got the summer
Don't believe me check the numbers
You got that annoying sound
Dumb dumb and dumber
Here's my report
Now all you humans feeling torched
But I got it by myself
No fantastic four
I think I'm a sharp shooter
But I don't gotta pistol
Looking for some ice
Well look I got wrist full
Y'all don't get my vision
When I rap on a mission
Cutting my loose ends
You can call it circumcision
I won't leave a witness
I'm working on my fitness
Ballin like an athlete
But all I talk is business
Yet I don't give a f*ck
When you tell me to give up
Imma cook you with these bars
Call it sunny side up
I got an obligation
To make the next sensation
If I can't do that
Imma live in damnation
All my words are deadly
Hold the scope keep it steady
Picking off my target
They weren't even ready
You can call it tragic
Cuz I shock it like some static
I rep that new age
Guess my childhood was magic
I got that motivation
New sounds innovation
You can't play me boi
I'm not a PlayStation
Now I'm going far
Got a fair hand of cards
Y'all laughed at me
When I said I could spit it hard
I tend to do it fast
But now I slowed it down
Bars are movin slow
So you could write em down
My only opponents me
I'm winnin with my team
You can call it lucid
Cuz I'm living my dreams
Y'all try to ride to my wave
But there's nowhere that is safe
I've spread it too far
So you know I got it made
Hold my city down
Can't find me through the clouds
I spit for what's real
I don't give f*ck about your clout
Now it's time for you to pray
Or at least repent
You can let your Choppa spray
I'm getting up like 50 Cent
But all I knows the dolla
And all I know is guala
It's a shame to see a boy
Blinded by bein a balla
Y'all think that I'm a villain
Split it like some fission
But I'm a hitman
And I'm makin money from the this killin
Now I'm barley gettin started
Try and step up to my target
Think you're such a marksman
I'll stick to being an artist
Can't simmer down
The clocks dwindling down
30 seconds to Armageddon
Whose the strongest now?
I do it with my flex
And I'm ready for what's next
Haven't snoozed an alarm
And I haven't had time to rest
I'm done with the green
Because I've made too much
It's making the tires scream
On my duplex tour bus
Known international
And I'm anything but casual
You have a fraction of my skill
That's straight irrational
Thinkin that you're me
But you're the farthest thing
Sonnin you like I'm drake
Ain't dat a cruel ting
I don't shun the world
I can only let it in
Inherit it when I'm gone
You for sure my next of kin
Sweat-EZ - Above the Clouds (Remix) Lyrics
Sweat-EZ - Above the Clouds (Remix) Lyrics
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Build statues in my memoriam
Got you feelin the euphorium
Making money from this fire
Call it a crematorium
Even in space
Crowds in Apollo Auditorium
Cutting down these rappers
Is how I'm showin em
Now I'm in my starship
And I'm just getting started
Boutta leave the station
I'll be your dearly departed
Picasso of this game
Boi I'm a f*cking artist
Anarchist Aesthetic
Best believe I've f*cking lost it
All you throwing diss
Talking bout that and this
Boi I'm stay number 1
No wonder y'all are pissed
Now you're goin down
All your fans prefer my sound
I'm not in the mainstream
But it's better than underground
And now I'm givin daps
From running all these tracks
100 miles deep
I don't got time to relax
I've already got the summer
Don't believe me check the numbers
You got that annoying sound
Dumb dumb and dumber
Here's my report
Now all you humans feeling torched
But I got it by myself
No fantastic four
I think I'm a sharp shooter
But I don't gotta pistol
Looking for some ice
Well look I got wrist full
Y'all don't get my vision
When I rap on a mission
Cutting my loose ends
You can call it circumcision
I won't leave a witness
I'm working on my fitness
Ballin like an athlete
But all I talk is business
Yet I don't give a f*ck
When you tell me to give up
Imma cook you with these bars
Call it sunny side up
I got an obligation
To make the next sensation
If I can't do that
Imma live in damnation
All my words are deadly
Hold the scope keep it steady
Picking off my target
They weren't even ready
You can call it tragic
Cuz I shock it like some static
I rep that new age
Guess my childhood was magic
I got that motivation
New sounds innovation
You can't play me boi
I'm not a PlayStation
Now I'm going far
Got a fair hand of cards
Y'all laughed at me
When I said I could spit it hard
I tend to do it fast
But now I slowed it down
Bars are movin slow
So you could write em down
My only opponents me
I'm winnin with my team
You can call it lucid
Cuz I'm living my dreams
Y'all try to ride to my wave
But there's nowhere that is safe
I've spread it too far
So you know I got it made
Hold my city down
Can't find me through the clouds
I spit for what's real
I don't give f*ck about your clout
Now it's time for you to pray
Or at least repent
You can let your Choppa spray
I'm getting up like 50 Cent
But all I knows the dolla
And all I know is guala
It's a shame to see a boy
Blinded by bein a balla
Y'all think that I'm a villain
Split it like some fission
But I'm a hitman
And I'm makin money from the this killin
Now I'm barley gettin started
Try and step up to my target
Think you're such a marksman
I'll stick to being an artist
Can't simmer down
The clocks dwindling down
30 seconds to Armageddon
Whose the strongest now?
I do it with my flex
And I'm ready for what's next
Haven't snoozed an alarm
And I haven't had time to rest
I'm done with the green
Because I've made too much
It's making the tires scream
On my duplex tour bus
Known international
And I'm anything but casual
You have a fraction of my skill
That's straight irrational
Thinkin that you're me
But you're the farthest thing
Sonnin you like I'm drake
Ain't dat a cruel ting
I don't shun the world
I can only let it in
Inherit it when I'm gone
You for sure my next of kin
Got you feelin the euphorium
Making money from this fire
Call it a crematorium
Even in space
Crowds in Apollo Auditorium
Cutting down these rappers
Is how I'm showin em
Now I'm in my starship
And I'm just getting started
Boutta leave the station
I'll be your dearly departed
Picasso of this game
Boi I'm a f*cking artist
Anarchist Aesthetic
Best believe I've f*cking lost it
All you throwing diss
Talking bout that and this
Boi I'm stay number 1
No wonder y'all are pissed
Now you're goin down
All your fans prefer my sound
I'm not in the mainstream
But it's better than underground
And now I'm givin daps
From running all these tracks
100 miles deep
I don't got time to relax
I've already got the summer
Don't believe me check the numbers
You got that annoying sound
Dumb dumb and dumber
Here's my report
Now all you humans feeling torched
But I got it by myself
No fantastic four
I think I'm a sharp shooter
But I don't gotta pistol
Looking for some ice
Well look I got wrist full
Y'all don't get my vision
When I rap on a mission
Cutting my loose ends
You can call it circumcision
I won't leave a witness
I'm working on my fitness
Ballin like an athlete
But all I talk is business
Yet I don't give a f*ck
When you tell me to give up
Imma cook you with these bars
Call it sunny side up
I got an obligation
To make the next sensation
If I can't do that
Imma live in damnation
All my words are deadly
Hold the scope keep it steady
Picking off my target
They weren't even ready
You can call it tragic
Cuz I shock it like some static
I rep that new age
Guess my childhood was magic
I got that motivation
New sounds innovation
You can't play me boi
I'm not a PlayStation
Now I'm going far
Got a fair hand of cards
Y'all laughed at me
When I said I could spit it hard
I tend to do it fast
But now I slowed it down
Bars are movin slow
So you could write em down
My only opponents me
I'm winnin with my team
You can call it lucid
Cuz I'm living my dreams
Y'all try to ride to my wave
But there's nowhere that is safe
I've spread it too far
So you know I got it made
Hold my city down
Can't find me through the clouds
I spit for what's real
I don't give f*ck about your clout
Now it's time for you to pray
Or at least repent
You can let your Choppa spray
I'm getting up like 50 Cent
But all I knows the dolla
And all I know is guala
It's a shame to see a boy
Blinded by bein a balla
Y'all think that I'm a villain
Split it like some fission
But I'm a hitman
And I'm makin money from the this killin
Now I'm barley gettin started
Try and step up to my target
Think you're such a marksman
I'll stick to being an artist
Can't simmer down
The clocks dwindling down
30 seconds to Armageddon
Whose the strongest now?
I do it with my flex
And I'm ready for what's next
Haven't snoozed an alarm
And I haven't had time to rest
I'm done with the green
Because I've made too much
It's making the tires scream
On my duplex tour bus
Known international
And I'm anything but casual
You have a fraction of my skill
That's straight irrational
Thinkin that you're me
But you're the farthest thing
Sonnin you like I'm drake
Ain't dat a cruel ting
I don't shun the world
I can only let it in
Inherit it when I'm gone
You for sure my next of kin
Writer: Christopher Hamilton
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid