Cloud 9 (feat. Killo)

I got dreams of a better life On a yacht big chillin' tell the waiter don't forget the ice Hit my line bitch I'll pull up in the dead of night Keys, Keys, Keys, Keys This Beat Sound Sleazyy Born to be a boss, cause my pops one I knew I could ball back in Pop Warner Niggas talking guns, never shot one Niggas talking funds, but ain't- Born to be a boss, cause my pops one I know I could ball back in Pop Warner Niggas talking guns, never shot one Niggas talking funds, but ain't got none Devil on my shoulder, saying drop one Angel on the other, like he got one Never been the type to pray about nothing Til' I hit the bottom had to try something Tinted up the whip, I don't see the light Extended up the clip, I don't need to fight If I f*ck with it, I don't even see the price F*ck what niggas talking, I don't really need advice Still the type of nigga doing my own thing Still with the same circle, we the new OGs Only in it cause my cuddie said drop something Guess he saw the bigger picture, couldn't crop nothin' Bet he happy he ain't go to trial huh Walked up out that courtroom with a smile huh Head still high, pick the crown up Damn, They bet not make me put this pound up Watching graphs, I'ma let this money pile up Check it when I land, I'll be miles up In and out the mitten for a while huh Got some shit that we been building from the ground up We the niggas that be pouring it up With gold cups, double shot, clear fruit, fruit punch, yeah Look around and I see a few blunts Hypnotic to the left while I'm puffing pink runtz ay Uh-huh Aye this the true meaning of living the dream Why niggas acting like they got them things Put it down, you ain't shooting hoe You an example of the movement though Been about that money, nigga I'm Eugene Bitch, I go to work like I'm Kool Mo Dee Fast money, I ain't moving slow Short ram had the trail-lazer movin low I'm living like a movie hoe Ay, bitch, I'm living like a movie hoe Plant a seed, now I'm chilling, trying to watch it grow Comeback of the year, niggas ain't believe it though Smoking back to back, my baby, you know I'm moving slow I done did a lot of things for that fucking dough I done stood out in that rain, maybe even snow Really beat down that road, teach you how to wrap a bo If you really need some money, baby sell it whole I got dreams of a better life On a yacht, big chilling till the waiter don't forget the ice Hit my line, bitch I'll pull up in the dead of night I can't never leave a state unless my pape right Nigga said he wanna cut, bitch steak knife I was down on my ass, til' they sent a kite Told them niggas I got dreams of a better life Long as she gon' get some money, baby then that girl a wife I done been through a lot of things, you won't believe I been moving around the city, trying to snatch a V Cup dirty while I'm slurring, bitch, I think I'm Veeze Can't feel a thing, lil' baby, just hop up on your knees Sleaze play piano really, but I got the keys I was taught to get the bag, bitch by any means We got different genes, stuffin money in my jeans Niggas might freeze, he f*ck around, see this fucking beam Think I'm Charlie Sheen, baby, give me everything How many times you really slap five's with them fiends How many times you really got out here all on feet Damn, baby, you really just gotta keep it street I'ma reach the top, baby, ain't go fucking cheat Running through the fields, baby where my fucking cleats Nigga thinking cause I'm small, I'ma keep it sweet Watch that nigga start running when I'm about to squeeze I'll tell yo ass again that I got the keys Ha