Blueprint Follow

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 aint 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
aint 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
shit 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 aint 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 |
Fuck all the drama, I’m a real artist | I do this shit without any
feedback or comments | I’ll diss anybody from the largest to
the smallest | And they wont say shit 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 aint all that hard | The rap games like vegas, I’m just countin
cards | Sittin at the table, bout to defy the odds | And I aint
scared at all, because the world is ours