cloud nine.

Mic check, mic check
Gotta check on myself
That's a "mike check"
N****
Happy birthday to me by the way
Listen, Aye

Steady dreaming in vivid color, What's the point if it's silent
My emotions come out thru my music, Not from my eyelids
I hear you every time I pray, Serenaded by sirens
People saying wake up to smell a rose, I prefer a violet

But y'all not hearing me
Ain't letting no man but god putting fear in me

I do this shit for the love of Mankind, Shout out to Mick Foley
'Member those days eating Chef Boyardee ravioli
Niggas curl up in a ball like a roly poly
Never scared to put a hole in a nigga like a donut from Holy Moly

This is the life of a poet
I'm trying to tell y'all some things that y'all shouldn't even fucking know yet
At ya crib with ya girl sipping on some Moet
That shit there gets her more wet

Now I'm realizing I ain't gotta fit in just to fucking fit in
Fuck a fake personality is what a n**** feeling
Feeling like I'm the best in the world, on my CM Punk shit
Where the fuck my muhfucking pump bitch

Now here they go
Running they mouth
Must be a drought
Now here we go
Silencing them out
It's hurting them now
Heard you went to Cranbrook, N**** that's a private school

I would never spend my ducats on some Tuscan leather
How I'm feeling I'm aight but I guess I could be better
Been playing my life like chess n**** this is not checkers
Better say that shit with ya chest or I'll fucking check ya

Just a king looking for his queen, Not trying to get cornered by pawns
These niggas rooks, only come out at night to claim that they ball
I got that juice like I'm Bishop
Put that boy on a Gildan, now his family they miss him
Mortal Kombat I finished em

Now I'm on cloud nine
Ain't never been high but I guess this how it feels right
The peak of life
I swear I done been there bout once or twice
N****