Thugs In The Clouds

[Intro]
Yeah
Wake up blazing
Blue haze in the basement
Count it up
Stay patient (uh)
[Verse 1]
Green in the grinder
Twist it
Finger on steel
I grip it
Band after band
I flip it
Whole block ride
We with it
Black tee smell like loud
Tat tears
We never proud
Phone ping once
Then crowd
Trap sing soft
No sound
Shorty with the waist like danger
Tat my name
That’s faithful anger
Smoke in the car with a banger
Cash in the bag with a hanger
[Chorus]
High with my thugs in the clouds (in the clouds)
Drums in the ride
Move crowds (move crowds)
Gold on my neck so loud
Roll one
Load one
Pray we make it out
High with my thugs in the clouds (in the clouds)
Bills in a pile
Lean towers (lean towers)
Heart got scars
Not flowers
Roll one
Load one
Pray we make it out
[Verse 2]
Click-clack under this hoodie
Eyes low red from the goodies
Gang on the porch
That’s family
Split every plate
That’s sanity
Backseat love with a vixen
Long nails glow when she twistin
Whisper my name
Then kiss it
Smoke halos when we finished
Sirens hum out the window
Hand on grip
Then let go
Rather get lost in indo
Chase this cash
Not shadows
[Bridge]
We was just kids with a lighter
Now we got bags and fire
Now we got rings
No choir
Still hear moms say
“higher”
Higher than hate
That drama
Higher than pain and karma
But I still ride with armor
Still roll deep
That’s honor
[Chorus]

Double-time Midwest bounce with stacked male harmonies, swung snares, and a sub-heavy low end contrasted by bright, shimmering top notes. Verses weave rapid-fire triplet flows in tight 4-bar bursts; hook opens into chant-style harmonies with call-and-response ad-libs. Sparse, eerie keys stalk the background while the bass and crisp percussion stay up front, leaving space for breathy, half-sung melodies on the hook., harmony, harmonious