Cloud_9a - Women Cypher

Here's a cypher for u JD, imma keep It humble
Cloud_9a onthe mic, no not that Mumble jumble
Need the ball, so I'm runnin like I got The fumble
Need the title, ring the bell, & get Ready to rumble
Moonwalking on this beat, watching Others stumble
Jack and Jills up on the beat, & all They do is tumble
I don't smoke enough weed, I think I Need a jungle
And since im takin all these shots, I Think I need a double
Raising bars up on this beat, mind Building muscle
Barking bitches, bars be weak, Im Glad I brought a muzzle
Yea they scared, they need a team, That's y they start to huddle
Competition hardly seen, yea cuz my Vision tunnel

Call the Tancs up incase a nigga be Starting trouble
Had to get it on my own, up on my Lonely tussle
Hard times, aint a joke, but still I Flow & hustle
Thoughts of Set it off, cuz niggas is Tired, the struggle
Hold my ground cuz I be damned to Let em see me buckle
Tryna ball like, look my shoes Already out the duffle
The struggles serious, the poor just Only get the crumble
Got some questions, needing Answers, & not just a couple
Fighting demons all my life, they Wanna see me truckle
Been thru some shit up in my life, That's y my mind be subtle
Too many things got out of hand, I Had to learn to juggle
So if we talking bout the cash, then Imma need a bundle

When I stress, its roll up, light up, Then I smoke the tree
Won't catch me sniffin, smoking Pipes, just not my cup of tea
So if I'm doin anything, then im just Doin me
Im just a Cancer born in June, on Number 23
I could've sworn, when I was born, That I was born free
But ppl worried bout my Homosexuality
I live my life without a care, about Who disagree
Just tryna live my life in peace with Who I wanna be
Living lavish, taking Jets, or cruising Cross the sea
With my lady, getting married, no Hyperbole
Its my dream, to see my name up on My own Marquee
Plus take my woman & my fam up on A shopping spree

Time is money & see time is never Given back
Its given, wasted, sentenced, taken Mainly If u black
Got us workin, slavin, hurting til we Hit the sack
Be up for days, like a meth head with Insomniac
The hardest workers under payed, But should be gettin stacks
While everybody doin nothin, just be Gettin racks
Fuck the system , it aint shit & I'm Just spitting facts
Wasting money everyday, then make Us pay the tax
We keep our cool by smoking blunts, Or sippn on that yak
Might play some ball, or could be Ducked off near a cul de sac
Its Cloud_9a, on the mic just picking Up the slack
Got plenty bars, its only Wright to Lay em on the track

Written by:
Johnina Wright

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