Back in the atmosphere

Back in my cloud nine

Asking how I got here

Back in my cloud nine

I’m a product

Producing nirvana

Listened to a ton of rap shit since before the

COVID 19 outbreak, man’s a problem

Kid became a killer after just four years of rapping

The same as I started

No cockroach in my closet

Still ain’t got no roof leaking

Still have got a mattress

Still same as the past tense

I prolly don’t deserve it

I know I just got lucky, why the fuck do I be rapping?

The fact is I don’t know

I just like the sound of it

Respecting this

Liked writing in my free time, so I found a way to use it

Have some talent within music

Learned to make my beats by using

Demo version of FL and now through my skill I’m cruising

Won’t start bruising on my liver with liquor and bitter booze

Since I’m quicker than half of you

With producing I’d introduce me to

Your mother, then your sister, maybe to your cousin too

Finally be part of your family, creating another four of you

Back in the atmosphere

Back in my cloud nine

Asking how I got here

Back in my cloud nine

Speaking of cloud nine, I run high without any drugs on me

Those who’re struggling, should now that they got a friend inside of me

I know it don’t mean much, but know if you need help you’ve got to scream for it

And don’t let it consume you from the inside, watch it bleed to death

Some just got to reconnect

So that they can redirect

If you lost the power on your mind, you got to reelect

Turn the tables, pirouette

Sometimes you just need yourself

Even if you don’t, you know you need yourself

A little silly portion after that serious talk

Kinda like Billy Corgan, love to play around and smash your pump-

No kin of mine gon run around being controlled by me

Like me choosing what they should be?

Won’t be happening

I guess that a reflection on the world we have around

Since I’m already on the clouds, have some saved shit for the clout

That it’s about to be coming

Having so much I could vomit

In any case, I have to stomach it, like illness, it’s chronic

I’m coming

Back in the atmosphere

Back in my cloud nine

Asking how I got here

Back in my cloud nine