Cloud 9

I can never fuck with 12 cause they want me locked up
When I blow they gon be like how the fuck did you pop up
Shorty staring at me she trying to get me caught up
Said she want me to fix I told her I'm not a doctor

Yea, I'm the realest nigga you ever seen
I'm stacking this bread, yea I got the cheese
Tell me why these niggas wanna be me, forget about that you could never be me
Yea action he spazzing, the money I'm getting divide it like brackets
I'm breathing fire you might think imma a dragon
hunnid on the dash, I'm like Barry Allen
You gotta push to start the whip, it got no key I feel like drake
Got so many messages cause I'm busy stacking that cake
Hope you don't slip on my drip but jus to make sure give me some space
Get back some more matter fact let me jus go and get some yellow tape
(Back Up, Get Up Off Me)
I'm fighting my demons I took a win, Pull up on my shorty took her for a spin
Told em leave me alone, that was back in the den
Made another one because they did it again
They been hating on me ever since I was ten
Now I'm getting this money finna stack a band
Got a lot of family not too many friends
Remember my dad told me I'll be the man, and now I'm the man
That girl imma introduce her to my mama, yea she a baddie but without all the drama
I'm stacking and stacking and stacking the commas
Imma leader jus call me Barack Obama
Dividing the field with the blade on the side of my hip, a katana

I can never fuck with 12 cause they want me locked up
When I blow they gon be like how the fuck did you pop up
Shorty staring at me she trying to get me caught up
Said she want me to fix I told her I'm not a doctor

1, 2, 3 Hop out wit my team now
4, 5, 6 Pop out wit the beam now
7, 8, 9 I'm a fucking King now
Walk out with my niggas we on 10, yea



Credits
Writer(s): Chaka Henderson
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