Cloud on Cloud 9 - Music in my Veins

Music's in my Veins
Still I don't write enough
Stupid in my brain
If I don't fight for what
Could possibly be left of me
When I go leave this earth
Call it my legacy
Wings spread wide
Yeah they better be
Or you meat the ground just like a battle scene
Never let your eyes shut or you miss your only chance
Just like a sniper
Yeah this life will pass by ya
Then you die a fire that went out 'fore it could go aspire
To be higher than the highest of skies yeah
Do not be afraid just trust your fire when the fight is nigh
Blinded by all of these brightest lights, whitest lies
You'll never fly higher than the flyest fly
Go and paint a picture how you want it
Be the slyest type hey

Y'all ain't got nothing on me
When I'm coming with attitude
Better move, do not believe me
I might have a better proof
All of this shit that I wrote in a minute
Been killing it since the beginning
Now picture me grinning in picture
But not like a villain
A feeling fulfilling
When living this life feel amazing
(Yeah feel amazing)

Ey
I got this music in my veins
I got this music in my veins
I got this, I got this, I got this
I got this motherfucking
Got this music in my veins

I am the master of my brain and my lungs
My tongue, rapping is second nature
I do this shit while I run
Choking on your words with
Chains rapped around your neck
Just like a python
Who the next to go and go die young hey
(Who the next to go and go die young
Hey, who the next to go and go die young ooh)

I am the master of my brain uh
If that give you migraine yuh
Then you do not ever wanna go fuck with my lane hey

Learned to do my thing and not be mad
I got the gift of gab
Make it be real never give it back
Ima go write for that, go fight for that
Free throw in a thrash can
If it fucking don't suffice for that hey shit
I'm about to dig deep where the gold sleep
Or leave me unnoticed like a ghost goat
I still look up but know though
Every time when I'm rapping a verse
You hear my flow's gold
Pen and pad my life
Got me living in a dojo
Colder than froyo
If you can't feel or hear me
Boy you just too slow
If it wasn't for my cloud on which I float
No word would've reached your ear
From this fucking pen with which I wrote
I write songs you can smoke dope to
Let's just roll up till we old fools
But I mainly want a message to be heard
Like a quote do
Yeah people listen to my shit
But it goes in, still it, still it, still it goes through
Like a swiftly wind
Maybe got like 50 sins
100 bands or 50 cents
Shit don't matter keep it 100 man
That's what's I tell me on my cloud
Yes I'm a humble man
Say it out loud
Make them understand
Ey
Sail the seven seas on my cloud
Yeah their doubt is the win
Ima win with this pen
Sail the seven seas on my cloud
Yeah their doubt is the win
Ima win with this pen
Sail the seven seas on my cloud
Yeah their doubt is the win
Ima win with this pen

Written by:
Leonard Rost

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