"Kush Clouds (Remix)" lyrics
(feat. Killer Mike)
This is uh flight 8/30, directly to the money, non-stop
If I could get an ashtray and a grinder from one of y'all two when y'all finish talkin'
Yeah, yeah
And walk 'em through the safety features before y'all get up here for me
You know what time it is
Huh
When the kush clouds rain, it be champagne
Windshield wipers on the gull wing
Mercedes peace sign gang, maintain
Preserve the lineage, experience this here, this is the life of kings
Brabus W210, I'm gone in the wind
Sunset Boulevard my favorite film
Black and white, though my watch got different color gems
Peanut butter Timbs for my niece, like two pairs a week
Over-conversate for time I don't spend, I be OT
Tour bus startin' at 4 a.m., I'm on the road again
Willie Nelson, but he black in a Louis belt and some khakis
Kickin' back, relaxin', pulled up to the BBQ
A '68 rag, baby girl, who is you?
You motherfuckin' bad, I want you motherfuckin' bad
Yeah, huh
Sit right, chyeah, all night, yeah
I could, I would
You should
I wanna holla?, huh
You should meet my old lady, for real, you know
Baby girl, let me take you to the moona, you look lunar
Out this world, know my girl? Shit, we shoulda did this sooner
Rent a beach house in Laguna with the poola, I'm a foola
Eatin' steaks, rockin' my Bapes, and makin' calls to Stack the jeweller
My neck look like Rick the Ruler, baby, speakin' of them rulers
You don't know, so let me tutor, this how we gonna manoeuvre
Keep it low, we want no rumours, now you know what time it is
Like Franklin Muller, say amen like your name Beulah
In the back of blackest churches, in the back of blacker Benzes
Lookin' like the blackest hearses, but nobody died
Is you feelin' me, man? I'm killin' the game
A murder for hire, [?], and even when times were dire
I never conspired with liars, I had me a younger Mariah
And she was just takin' me higher, keepin' my pocket and mind right
She even told me keep it P, and she never wanted the limelight
She told me she watchin' TV, 'cause she know that's where she'll find Mike
Damn right
When the kush clouds rain, that be champagne
Windshield wipers on the gull wing
Mercedes-Benz peace sign gang, maintain
Preserve the lineage, experience this here, this is the life of kings
Brabus W210, I'm gone in the wind
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches
We smokin' weed in it, don't post me in your pictures
You could keep a secret, we could always
Ladies and gentlemen, that was just Killer Mike delivering a fuckin' Grammy verse
Because he won a Grammy, and he just wanted to upstage me on my own project
But what are we gonna do, that's my Aries brother
One time for Killer Mike, fuckin' legendary
Fuckin' don't do that shit to me on my own records, bro, Eastside
If I could get an ashtray and a grinder from one of y'all two when y'all finish talkin'
Yeah, yeah
And walk 'em through the safety features before y'all get up here for me
You know what time it is
Huh
When the kush clouds rain, it be champagne
Windshield wipers on the gull wing
Mercedes peace sign gang, maintain
Preserve the lineage, experience this here, this is the life of kings
Brabus W210, I'm gone in the wind
Sunset Boulevard my favorite film
Black and white, though my watch got different color gems
Peanut butter Timbs for my niece, like two pairs a week
Over-conversate for time I don't spend, I be OT
Tour bus startin' at 4 a.m., I'm on the road again
Willie Nelson, but he black in a Louis belt and some khakis
Kickin' back, relaxin', pulled up to the BBQ
A '68 rag, baby girl, who is you?
You motherfuckin' bad, I want you motherfuckin' bad
Yeah, huh
Sit right, chyeah, all night, yeah
I could, I would
You should
I wanna holla?, huh
You should meet my old lady, for real, you know
Baby girl, let me take you to the moona, you look lunar
Out this world, know my girl? Shit, we shoulda did this sooner
Rent a beach house in Laguna with the poola, I'm a foola
Eatin' steaks, rockin' my Bapes, and makin' calls to Stack the jeweller
My neck look like Rick the Ruler, baby, speakin' of them rulers
You don't know, so let me tutor, this how we gonna manoeuvre
Keep it low, we want no rumours, now you know what time it is
Like Franklin Muller, say amen like your name Beulah
In the back of blackest churches, in the back of blacker Benzes
Lookin' like the blackest hearses, but nobody died
Is you feelin' me, man? I'm killin' the game
A murder for hire, [?], and even when times were dire
I never conspired with liars, I had me a younger Mariah
And she was just takin' me higher, keepin' my pocket and mind right
She even told me keep it P, and she never wanted the limelight
She told me she watchin' TV, 'cause she know that's where she'll find Mike
Damn right
When the kush clouds rain, that be champagne
Windshield wipers on the gull wing
Mercedes-Benz peace sign gang, maintain
Preserve the lineage, experience this here, this is the life of kings
Brabus W210, I'm gone in the wind
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches
We smokin' weed in it, don't post me in your pictures
You could keep a secret, we could always
Ladies and gentlemen, that was just Killer Mike delivering a fuckin' Grammy verse
Because he won a Grammy, and he just wanted to upstage me on my own project
But what are we gonna do, that's my Aries brother
One time for Killer Mike, fuckin' legendary
Fuckin' don't do that shit to me on my own records, bro, Eastside
