Cloud 9

They sell acid to twelve year olds in Kansas
It’s hard to paint pictures onto KJ’s canvas
My flow’s one-third absurd and two-thirds spoken word
There’s no other words to describe it but superb
The family screaming and yelling again
Used to cry now these tears are just laughter my friends
See when I was six years old my heart wasn’t this cold
I must talk to God before I sell out and go gold
I produce in the day and I write at night
Oohh you the greatest but just not quite
Rule number one never overexcite
Why Kendrick only one telling me it’s alright
Still burns my candlelight
Tables turn nowadays no one wants to be white
Waiting, here comes my intuition
When will Eve make ya’ll read apple’s terms and conditions
Steve, I hope you listening
They can’t comprehend you brilliant repetitions
Woah
Sam I was, Sam I do, Sam I am
You tell me I won’t yet I will and I can
I can see their green eggs while I devour ham
Damn I live in New York my best friend’s in Japan
We met on Instagram, we so sleep deprived
And without him is like Currier with no Ives
They shuck and they jive to pimp us butterflies but I clap as
Bernhard gets his free subway rides
That previous line is way before your time
So here’s some special K if you loosing your mind
I don’t even have mine it is one fifty-five
I just grind and I grind my future is aligned
I refuse to let them come and twist up my plot
Yeah yeah, don’t ask for a chill
Cause I know no one did when they killed Emmett Till
Woah