[Intro: Cloud Atrium]
Yeah (Woah)

[Verse 1: Cloud Atrium & Khary]
Okay, it must be something in the air
Starting not to worry, starting not to care
Look, but I'm well aware
Is you talking or owning? What you walking?
All this commotion is toxic
I'ma go get me some commas
Y'all just flipping up on topics
I need a mansion in the tropics
Sorry I talk too blunt, like an alcoholic
But felly showed me to the monsters
We hustle harder, only one solution
'Til your life get better like it's Panasonic
Uh, no more patience for the toxic
Oh yeah, I think Flint needs some water
Uh, I'll help myself If I wanted, [?] a doctor, [?]
Look, shorty, I keep tryna' work it out
But you don't even like yourself
Claim the level's never real funny
Well, tweeting 'bout it ain't going to help
Uh, I had that show, you ain't showed in
Then the next afternoon, when I'm tex'ed by my ex
One of the reasons I peep at her
Love that she talk, and she real as she project, fuck!
I got a flight in the morning
That you keep that attitude all to yourself, yeah
Always there for you, and you still doubted
Every time, ha, suit yourself, yeah
I manifested progression
I know how to feel once I'm everywhere, everywhere
Moments I wasted on, givin' my energy
Y'all [?] on me anywhere
I'ma blackout in America
Shit do not change if your mind is still living there
Do what you do and you into yourself
And that matters, [?] that [?] I'm well aware
From the synchronization, I'm tapping daily
I'd be fucking crazy to go down from here
Cycles (Yeah) continue, I know 'fore I die
I'll inspire a person to drop their fear, yeah
[Verse 2: Khary]
Yeah, drop the fear
I can not stop when I swap the gear
Swappin' out, spit 'til she pop the rear
She might get the dick, but no, my top is clear
I am one-star, so I copped a pair
Needed something different, so I chopped the hair
Call me 'Captain', and I'm well aware
All this cootie-catching get you clout from there, like-
Blow, blow, now, now
I'm more than a link on a SoundCloud
You cannot stop me, I found clout
I'm 'bout to make mama proud, proud
I cannot go for the safe thing
'Cause I am a gun with no safety
If you try to block where I'm aiming
Your only option is praying
Drink more water, gotta' pull the spring
You want to know what I fucking think?
'Cause I have a dream worth a trillion dollars
And I woke up, realize I don't own a thing
But my mental
Fully fortifying on my temple
I got diamonds hiding in my dimples
I can't stand beside you, 'cause the principle
Not the type to blame it on utensils
Get your anger right
They be up too, was tryna' angle bite
Bitch, I'm working, I'm not tryna' hang tonight
Swear on my pinky, I'm like the brain tonight
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Nah, I'm 'bout to fix it
Charlie, with the golden ticket
Chuck up the deuces, like Nixon