BLUEPRINT - The Clouds lyrics

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My mama see the clouds and wonder when she gettin thereLike she done done it all, starin up at Heaven's stairsEverybody's time comin, better get preparedI see the clouds and feel at home - cause my head is thereLife is but a dream, live it 'fore it disappearThe parade'll pass you by if you sit and stareMy mans told me that my talent level's very rareBut just havin talent ain't enough to get you thereWhile you was out there chasin girls drinkin beerSomebody else is out there really gettin theirsYou gotta turn it up if you wanna win this yearI said, 'Hell yeah, that's all I need to hear'My bio say Ohio, I handle business hereThough I ain't been inspired by it in a yearToo tired of the infightin with my peersWhile our mouths was runnin the art was sittin stillAll this beef only stops us from gettin breadWe just gettin by, we never get aheadConsider this rhyme the realest shit I ever saidGotta go for mine cause I ain't got 50 yearsAll we wanna do is talk about shoes and gearSoundin like chicks talkin 'bout they nails and hairI guess it's easier than talkin 'bout what's really thereWe lost three Columbus icons within a yearSo I ain't 'bout to do the same record, different yearI used to be in that lane but now I'm steerin clearI ain't gased up, I'm just switchin gearsCause in this game goin slow won't get you anywhereI want the illest crib, even though I'm barely hereI'm ridin through the fliest neighborhoods just to stareFeelin like I can't chill until I'm livin thereIf you feel me let me see a finger in the airEvery year I swear the haters get more vocalDudes is callin me fake because I'm not socialBut this could come to an end if I'm not focusedSo if it ain't about the biz then it's not importantI don't care about the after party that you hostinI don't care about the soft white and who snorts itI don't care about the fist fight and who caught itCause at the end of the night, man, it's all gossipFuck all the drama, I'm a real artistI do this shit without any feedback or commentsI'll diss anybody from the largest to the smallestAnd they won't say shit cause my album is the hardestI'll start at '88, then bring you up to dateThen skip ten years ahead so you won't have to waitI'm what the future sounds like and I'ma make you see itI'm so ahead of the game that people think I'm cheatinBut once you really see it it ain't all that hardThe rap game's like Vegas, I'm just countin cardsSittin at the table, 'bout to defy the oddsAnd nah, I ain't scared at all (because the world is ours)