Cloud Nine

So, I guess I gotta take this opportunity
It's Madra Beatz
Snatch this and show it to the community, huh?
Traphouse Mob
Huh? What?
Let's Get it

I'm a Nigga who goes 50 percent
Used to be not that so great, yeah
I practiced to a great extent
Nothin' new to me just here to vent
Hittin' this beat raw without it's consent
Get Rich or Die tryin', two quarters call it 50 cent
Shh, close the mouth and bury it in cement
Black Lives is what I represent
Torment, and call up my niggas please
Rappin' is just a breeze
Callin' me out to diss me?
Bitch please, you must have a mental disease
So what army can harm me?
Gettin' played from overseas
Ice on my neck they be frezzin'
Bad bitch and she a portuguese
Bad bitch and she a portuguese

I'm on Cloud 9, Sippin' on wine
Watch out you on a deadline
Talkin' out your neck, you in a Foul Line
Fuckin' around you in a red line
Yeah
So you better carry a nine
You Better carry a nine
I'm on Cloud 9, Sippin' on wine
Watch out you on a deadline
Talkin' out your neck, you in a Foul Line
Fuckin' around you in a red line
Better carry a nine, Better carry a nine
Better carry a nine

Now, I'm hearin' a Rat came out his hole to rap again
Rat still a Rat, with people that has half a brain
I'm still here puttin' in pain
I'm like Michael Myers, Got all these bloodstains
Livin' Urban life
Give me the mic
You sayin' that I'm black is a crime?
What the hell gives you the right?
The Hatin' Social Internet are like tick, they stick to you like glue
They never show who the fool is

I'm on Cloud 9, Sippin' on wine
Watch out you on a deadline
Talkin' out your neck, you in a Foul Line
Fuckin' around you in a red line
Yeah
So you Better carry a nine
Better carry a nine
I'm on Cloud 9, Sippin' on wine
Watch out you on a deadline
Talkin' out your neck, you in a Foul Line
Fuckin' around you in a red line
Better carry a nine, Better carry a nine
Better carry a nine

So we've been giving heat now?
Comin' off the dome, you gettin' Picked fast
You talkin' hot and heavy, better watch your mouth
Sitin' on my ass, Don't even talk foul
Creepin' up slow and steady, watch out or you'll get busted down
Ice on my wrist it's shinin' with diamonds
Fuck all the opps, they ain't never grew up with violence
Got my people here with me, and you ain't about it
Yea, you ain't about it
Shhh, Don't get loud it's filled with silence
Off the Top, yea you know I be wildin'
Drop top off the whip, yea you know I be drivin'
Perc' 30, yea you know I'm Retarded
We walk the Club, We shoot up the party

I'm on Cloud 9, Sippin' on wine
Watch out you on a deadline
Talkin' out your neck, you in a Foul Line
Fuckin' around you in a red line
Yeah
It's Madara Beatz
So You Better carry a nine
Better carry a nine
Traphouse Mob



Credits
Writer(s): Ameire Moore, Madara Beatz
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