Museum
Going up never coming down
This balloon don't deflate no no way
See me in the clouds
And I got God's grace, angel wings looking good on me now
But I didn't die, I ain't never gonna die long as y'all around
Pass my name around I ain't playing round
I been on my shit, yeah yeah, the flow different now
Water my aura, you sorta kinda looking rigid now
Money important, I double my income and use it to finish my vision wow
Look at the work of art put it on a wall, Michaelango, let me paint my soul
Spirit flowing through the picture now
Yeah, got it, paint brush, bigger strokes
Every color I combine and made it gold
This is my museum
Yeah, every real nigga need a home, I just make the shit I feel and call it home
Made em say wow
See it through my eyes and see the shit I know
See it from the clouds you thought you would've flown
If we sky dive
You could feel the air it's rushing through your bones
Life's hard of course, I can't argue that
I find peace knowing this a process
I thank God for that
I wonder what if I just stopped doing this
Would I be alive
Cause I don't wanna do 9-5 for the rest of my life like mom and pops
I don't wanna knock that life down, a lot of niggas going that route
I mean people got kids to feed
And I know what that life's about
I ain't gotta have a kid to know
All I know is try to get it fore I do
But I got a girl I'm seeing now and man her pussy power going through the roof that's a given truth
Like the rest of my work
I'm on a mission to work for me
Started my museum early though
I turn my word into history
Building the leg of a legacy
I was in school for a minute and left for the ten thousand hours it took me to work on my masterpiece
I'm tryna be on my Master P shit
Every season, every flower, every pot
Every evening, every reason, love me now or love me not
In the deep end every weekend Hennessy my pool of choice
I float around and pray to Jesus
I don't die before you see this, yeah
Yeah, got it, paint brush, bigger strokes
Every color I combine and made it gold
This is my museum
Yeah, every real nigga need a home, I just make the shit I feel and call it home
Made em say wow
See it through my eyes and see the shit I know
See it from the clouds you thought you would've flown
If we sky dive
You could feel the air it's rushing through your bones
This balloon don't deflate no no way
See me in the clouds
And I got God's grace, angel wings looking good on me now
But I didn't die, I ain't never gonna die long as y'all around
Pass my name around I ain't playing round
I been on my shit, yeah yeah, the flow different now
Water my aura, you sorta kinda looking rigid now
Money important, I double my income and use it to finish my vision wow
Look at the work of art put it on a wall, Michaelango, let me paint my soul
Spirit flowing through the picture now
Yeah, got it, paint brush, bigger strokes
Every color I combine and made it gold
This is my museum
Yeah, every real nigga need a home, I just make the shit I feel and call it home
Made em say wow
See it through my eyes and see the shit I know
See it from the clouds you thought you would've flown
If we sky dive
You could feel the air it's rushing through your bones
Life's hard of course, I can't argue that
I find peace knowing this a process
I thank God for that
I wonder what if I just stopped doing this
Would I be alive
Cause I don't wanna do 9-5 for the rest of my life like mom and pops
I don't wanna knock that life down, a lot of niggas going that route
I mean people got kids to feed
And I know what that life's about
I ain't gotta have a kid to know
All I know is try to get it fore I do
But I got a girl I'm seeing now and man her pussy power going through the roof that's a given truth
Like the rest of my work
I'm on a mission to work for me
Started my museum early though
I turn my word into history
Building the leg of a legacy
I was in school for a minute and left for the ten thousand hours it took me to work on my masterpiece
I'm tryna be on my Master P shit
Every season, every flower, every pot
Every evening, every reason, love me now or love me not
In the deep end every weekend Hennessy my pool of choice
I float around and pray to Jesus
I don't die before you see this, yeah
Yeah, got it, paint brush, bigger strokes
Every color I combine and made it gold
This is my museum
Yeah, every real nigga need a home, I just make the shit I feel and call it home
Made em say wow
See it through my eyes and see the shit I know
See it from the clouds you thought you would've flown
If we sky dive
You could feel the air it's rushing through your bones
Credits
Writer(s): Lance Jackson
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