Cat 5

I'm in a Cat-5, in the eye of a Cat-5 Calm in the center surrounded by black skies, I be tellin you dat's why Weatherman Buck, you going with that vibe, Nado, you dat high Look up and it's clear and the sky is sapphire in the eye of a Cat-5 I'm in a storm, I'm in a Cat-5, in the eye of a Cat-5 Calm in the center surrounded by black skies, I be tellin you dat's why Weatherman Buck, you going with that vibe, Nado, you dat high Look up and it's clear and the sky is sapphire in the eye of a Cat-5, yeah Eighth grade, take a day off, there's whole in one like I play golf Imma march forward, I don't say halt, got the pink rocks, Himalayan salt Got the rose quartz on her right wrist, suddenly I'm feeling righteous Issa pretty penny but it's priceless, on the same flow but I might switch I make it look easy, a hurricane breezy, but y'all finna see me Report on the TV, nobody believe me, but they start to deceive me Addressing it briefly, imma add a lil meaning, cause the people are feinding For answers, they need me, so I talk on this one beat, I had no one to lead me Cuffed up and they lock em both, what is happening, it's impossible Overcome with fear, never talkin more, so I chose love and it caught the soul Break it into pieces when we chop the whole, put it back together, we unstoppable I be leaving home, empty pockets, so I'm at Nado Beach in the tropical I'm in a Cat-5, in the eye of a Cat-5 Calm in the center surrounded by black skies, I be tellin you dat's why Weatherman Buck, you going with that vibe, Nado, you dat high Look up and it's clear and the sky is sapphire in the eye of a Cat-5 I'm in a storm, I'm in a Cat-5, in the eye of a Cat-5 Calm in the center surrounded by black skies, I be tellin you dat's why Weatherman Buck, you going with that vibe, Nado, you dat high Look up and it's clear and the sky is sapphire in the eye of a Cat-5, aye New Lambo, homie, I'm rollin the top down A day in the penitentiary, yeah, they putting me up in the dog pound I'm in the studio doing a track, but I been hearing some odd sounds Like I be making my way up to heaven and now I be walking on God's ground I just been feeling euphoric again, so reminiscent of eighth grade All of my homies, they falling behind, and they be stuck in their fake ways I just been hypercritical of myself, not even willing to take praise Finna be dunking like Damian Lillard, now I be willing to make plays There was a period I was a demon and how is this even allowed All of my homies are part of a journey and now I be leaving the crowd And they said that I wouldn't, they said that I shouldn't, but do you believe in me now Smokin that marra-juana like Money Mahomes, I'm chiefin the loud, aye I'm in a Cat-5, in the eye of a Cat-5 Calm in the center surrounded by black skies, I be tellin you dat's why Weatherman Buck, you going with that vibe, Nado, you dat high Look up and it's clear and the sky is sapphire in the eye of a Cat-5 I'm in a storm, I'm in a Cat-5, in the eye of a Cat-5 Calm in the center surrounded by black skies, I be tellin you dat's why Weatherman Buck, you going with that vibe, Nado, you dat high Look up and it's clear and the sky is sapphire in the eye of a Cat-5 In the eye of a Cat-5, let's get it, gang