Fame the H.O.F - Wind Blows Lyrics

I go, which ever way the wind blows
You can't see me through my windows
Surrounded by this endo smoke, getting high all night long
I go, which ever way the earth roll
Getting twisted when I ride low
Watching lights pass by like everything's in slow mo

Here I go it's off an poppin, this ain't no stopping me
Coming across them tracks so fast, it's like a robbery
I'm Fame the H.O.F, this money greedy
So feed an me and watch me digging through your pocket bitch
So quick to jump this ship
One time I be floating up I'm higher than a kite
I'm just so high that I be walking across the sky
You think you see me but f*ck you can not reach me
I'm puffin on them clouds so loud and lead that thunder sound
I jump in that hoop ride now who ridding that me
Yeah them five fifty fifths of liquor I'm sipping
Got my vision clearer than a mother f*cker no swerving
I'm f*cking up the trunk when I'm bumping
I'm jumping up through the roof
When I'm bumping through your city yeah bitch and I get wit it
Blowing gas in the building
Don't hold ya breath it gone kill ya
Got these people calling me a.k.a in the villa
Sipping on a drink, swayed back in the window

I go, which ever way the wind blows
You can't see me through my windows
Surrounded by this endo smoke, getting high all night long
I go, which ever way the earth roll
Getting twisted when I ride low
Watching lights pass by like everything's in slow mo

My minds hazy I'm floating
I'm in the back like ghostly
Head to toe in that white an black
This bitch think I'm posing, when I roll up, showing out
My eyes say they toasted
Busting out like I told ya yeah
Im'a keep it f*cking one hundred
Leave ya laying missing never found ya but them buzzards
Yeah everybody looking still they looking for them others
This shallow grave behind this maze this wall you can't go further
It's two thirty so f*ck it why be causing all this ruckus
Yeah I'm fame the h.o.f still steadily bouncing through them suburbs
I ain't even live here, but been sipping on this husher
Trying figure out just where the f*ck I been is murder
Thinking in my mind yeah I think I made them suffer

I go, which ever way the wind blows
You can't see me through my windows
Surrounded by this endo smoke, getting high all night long
I go, which ever way the earth roll
Getting twisted when I ride low
Watching lights pass by like everything's in slow mo

Who got that reefer man
I'm smoking on that good shit
That kushin in my lungs be smoking on that good shit
You think I'm playing that I'm high ain't no bullshit
I'm in that booth an I'm smoke no bullshit