Cloud 9

I can never f*ck with 12 cause they want me locked up When I blow they gon be like how the f*ck did you pop up Shorty staring at me she trying to get me caught up Said she want me to fix I told her I'm not a doctor Yea, I'm the realest nigga you ever seen I'm stacking this bread, yea I got the cheese Tell me why these niggas wanna be me, forget about that you could never be me Yea action he spazzing, the money I'm getting divide it like brackets I'm breathing fire you might think imma a dragon, hunnid on the dash, I'm like Barry Allen You gotta push to start the whip, it got no key I feel like drake Got so many messages cause I'm busy stacking that cake Hope you don't slip on my drip but jus to make sure give me some space Get back some more matter fact let me jus go and get some yellow tape (Back Up, Get Up Off Me) I'm fighting my demons I took a win, Pull up on my shorty took her for a spin Told em leave me alone, that was back in the den Made another one because they did it again They been hating on me ever since I was ten Now I'm getting this money finna stack a band Got a lot of family not too many friends Remember my dad told me I'll be the man, and now I'm the man That girl imma introduce her to my mama, yea she a baddie but without all the drama I'm stacking and stacking and stacking the commas, imma leader jus call me Barack Obama Dividing the field with the blade on the side of my hip, a katana I can never f*ck with 12 cause they want me locked up When I blow they gon be like how the f*ck did you pop up Shorty staring at me she trying to get me caught up Said she want me to fix I told her I'm not a doctor 1, 2, 3 Hop out wit my team now 4, 5, 6 Pop out wit the beam now 7, 8, 9 I'm a fucking King now Walk out with my niggas we on 10, yea