The Antiheroes - Cloud 9 lyrics

rate me

feat. Rich Kidd

Hey yo, god moves in misterious ways

Lately I’ve been looking at him with my curious face

Know my fate, my future probably erased, mistakes

And soon to steppin to

Try to give it to them basic, not intellectual

Talk on the same level, leaving if I’m higher living above them

My bird’s eye view, on top my pedestal

Nice with the retherin, but far from a veteran

Legend inside of the making, cocky without a pen

I couldn’t focus on my daily routine till I’m provoked in

Maybe I need to chill, tell flex to pass the smoke in

Let me inhale the greenery that light the everyday misery

I see inside of my vision it takes diss away

Feeling like I’m on cloud 9, on a luxury

Leaving k with a beautiful woman rubbing my, pause

Kinda funny how these rappers dum dummies

Like crash test let your face ...inside that glass bitch

[Hook] x 2

Time’s up, we back

Let me see you put your hands in the sky

Finger tips cloud 9, I’m floating

I can’t think about nothing nah

Can’t think about nothing

Elevated, high as heavens’ gates

Tryina find some light in this life cause I’m need of it

Live as if I’m ready to die, rip to big

Twisted, blowing smoke in the sky, rolling weed for sticks

Wishing what I see could be mine

So I reach for it

I been a poet but never noticed the prophesize

Was never quite what these motherfuckers have prophesized

Telling lie, wishing they selling them supersize

And I’m high, never take advice from a suit and tie

This shit is real as it gets, listen up you cadets

Hit the deck, kobe loosin your neck

I crack an ex bottle, pour some life

Inside this hollow shell I’m in

Heart is made of iron, no denying

Cause the hell I’ve been

The bare minimun’s never winning a war notice

How I pinch in a mainstream

Or sippin more wet

I’m such an open target, plannin to fill the market

Know soon is started, will these artists tryina come up off it

[Hook] x 2

Time’s up, we back

Let me see you put your hands in the sky

Finger tips cloud 9, I’m floating

I can’t think about nothing nah

Can’t think about nothing

Elevated, high as heavens’ gates

Doctor said the verse a day will keep the hearse away

Bitches wanna burst away, fuck em, I keep the verse away

The day I give up on rap

Trust, won’t be a worser day

It’s worse to even ...fucking part of my curses

As we’re moving in ...checking on my tracks

I ask you to be an observer then hit me with feedback

I appreciate a fam but more cynic to a critic

Cause how could you judge skill

When you ain’t never did it

Wait, hold up a minute

They can’t finish, what they started

Prolly retarded, telling eat they dinner

Niggas violating and they crossin the line of scrimmage

As soon as I touch down we’ll all know who’s the winner

I know the winner, canadian bread

Shaking my head, flippin my bread like toaster

Coming closer to end

2012 when the mayans, I’m dippin to the islands

While savage try to curb the violence, keep trying

[Hook] x 2

Time’s up, we back

Let me see you put your hands in the sky

Finger tips cloud 9, I’m floating

I can’t think about nothing nah

Can’t think about nothing

Elevated, high as heavens’ gates.