Cloud IX (Go Up)

**** tryna put a couple K in my grill piece and just smile on em

Father told me don’t follow these **** trends man, switch the style on em

Too real for this rap shit, these industry **** wild homie

Keep the blunt lit, tryna eat, stress situations just pile on me

Fuck em all, let me share som’n, got a fam to feed, can’t play with it

Lot of **** came in popping, they fell off, but I stayed with it

Gave a **** real lemon man, I swear I made lemonade with it

**** thought I was running out, had the stupid crazy campaign with it

Balling off and on

**** tired of that, **** tryna be balling every day

Weed and lots to drink

Crazy stupid high

Let the money flow like a river do

Probably to the sky, smoke into the sky

I go up, I go up

But I ain’t playing with it, I do my thing with it

I go up, I go up

Take me high in the sky, let the problems float away

Boo told me I was talking last night in my sleep bout the payback

All I remember, had a drop top Impala and a Maybach

Wheels cost bout a fortune man, I'm the black version, Pat Sajak

Smoking good at the Outkast concert, **** bring the A back

Shawty thick like pasta, rolling blunts like the rastas

Took her back to mi casa, real **** my roster

Non-believers do your research, run the game till my feet hurt

RIP to my lost ones, on my heart and my t-shirt