The Clouds(Instrumental) - Blueprint

The Clouds -Blueprint
My momma see the clouds and wonder when she getting there|
Like she done done it all, looking up at heavens’stairs|
Everybody’s time coming, better get prepared| I see the clouds
and feel at home, cause my head is there| Life is but a dream,
live if fore it disappear| The parade will pass you by if you sit
and stare| My mans told me that my talent levels very rare|
But just having talent ain't enough to get you there| While you
was out there chasing girls and drinking beer| Somebody else
was out there really getting theirs| You gotta turn it up if you
wanna win this year| I said “Hell yeah. That’s all I need to
hear”| My bio says Ohio, I handle business here| Athough I
ain't been inspired by it in a year| Too tired of the infighting with
my peers| While our mouths was running, the art was sitting
still| All this beef only stops us from getting bread| We just
getting by, we never get ahead| Consider this rhyme the realest
sh*t I ever said| gotta go for mine cause I ain’t got 50 years|
All we wanna do is talk about shoes and gear| Sounding like
chicks talking about their nails and hair| I guess it’s easier than
talking about what’s really there| We lost three Columbus icons
within a year| So I ain’t about to do the same record, different
year| I used to be in that lane, but now I’m steering clear| I
ain’t gassed up, I’m just switching gears| Cause in this game
going slow won’t get you anywhere| I want the illest crib even
though I’m barely here| I ride through the flyest neighborhoods
just to stare| Feeling like I can’t chill until I’m living there| If
you feel me let me see a finger in the air| Every year I swear
the haters get more vocal| Dudes is calling me fake because
I’m not social| But this can come to an end if I’m not focused|
So if it ain't about the biz then it’s not important| I don’t care
about the after-party that you hosting| I don’t care about the
softwhite and who snorts it| I don’t care about the fist fight and
who caught it| Cause at the end of the day, man that’s all gossip|
F**k all the drama, I’m a real artist| I do this sh*t without any
feedback or comments| I’ll diss anybody from the largest to
the smallest| And they won't say sh*t because my album is the
hardest| I’ll start in ’88, then bring you up to date| Then skip
ten years ahead so you don’t have to wait| I’m what the future
sounds like and I’mma make you see it| I’m so ahead of the
game that people think I’m cheating| But once you really see it,
it ain't all that hard| The rap games like vegas, I’m just countin
cards| Sittin at the table, bout to defy the odds| And I ain't
scared at all, because the world is ours