Head in my
Head in my
Head in my clouds
F*ck what you
F*ck what you
F*ck what you think
Seen heaven, bout nineteen
Times been fixing
For intuition, mixed the matters
Cause black folk
Don't Got tools, for what matters
Do to the status
I prayed once, for the vantage
Point not the, one that we use to
But evolving, when
We out here rough it
In the land of dreams
Definite ain't, really definite
And the well, fare of people
Make us farewell here
But f*ck it, this conscious shit
Be a trend too
Instead talking about it
I'm worry about, get rich schemes
Hood bitches with
Ghetto fab dreams
Then black out, on stage
A hundred of hundreds
Astonished
Kicking Ebonics
Then come with vomit
Better od on shit cause I hear
Drug s,sells and shit
Moving some units, to build your hubris
And neglecting that, every damn second
Your community is under wreckage
Make records on records
Spitting some nonsense
Which is rather reckless
Nother gimmick we are, set
With
Head in my
Head in my
Head in my clouds
Apply the payment
The pain maintaining
Feeling of our, faith is waning
But my niggas got
Acres for claiming
Speaking of nigga
Troubles of words
We never figured
So imma just say it
Cause all of people
Treat it as legal
I do a show
Crowd go nuts for the function
A bunches of words together, I just punted
Not a role model that they wanted
Especially when I see white girl
Singing nigga, in all my songs
Realizing that, was one in the wrong
If I call her out
I'm look like a hypocrite
The message insignificant
Not trynna be disgenous
For the indigenous
But I sit wish
On the days that, I rapped in mirror
Thinking of crowds
Head in my
Head in my
Head in my clouds