cloud 9 Video (MV)

Take tomorrow as a reason not to stay alive
All I've been bout' homicides and cocaine in the afterlife
My new beam on cloud nine
Heaven whips, sci-fi
Brody did a drive by
We took the pussies nine lives
Shawty hit the mall today I took a piss then walked out the door
And once I get this paper bought a pistol for her new Dior
I make more for music than I do workin' at the record store
I'ma show my mom one day they sell me in the record stores
But I don't really think that I could fit in with the other half
All I do is pay my rent and put my dick in bitches ass
Wake up in the morning wonderin' if I will make it last
Look inside my nightstand find a glock next to a gram of gas
Yeah, next to a gram of gas
Next to a gram of gas
Next to a gram of gas
Look up to me, I'm lookin' down at ya
I'm your dad, you my son, I ain't frown at ya
Do your work, kid, momma gettin' mad at ya
You a bitch, I'm throwin' lightning to the ground at ya
I used to stress, I wouldn't have enough to feed her
Now I'm makin' big bucks, something you ain't seen first
F*ck her till her knees hurt, she creasing the sneakers
I ain't take my clothes off, she'll still suck the meat off it
She got a really pretty face
I wanna f*ck it till' it breaks
Put it together with some tape
She's into bondage so it's straight
But when I talk bout' it on beats
She shakes her head like "boy you ain't"
Cause I got enough on my plate
That's why I ate these 808's