Cloudwalker

Sometimes I rlly ask myself if I still got it

Then jot a new verse the last one I just topped it

They think I found a pocket

But im in my bag to these niggas keep it modest

4, The 1's who can't keep it honest

Been a problem since I been an artist

They tried to dim my light but I Got the fire started

Why try to be the hottest when I'm tryna go the farthest

Lion hearted since the day I started

And we just gettin started

Regardless

Stay ahead of the game

I jot this 30,000 feet up sitting in planes

Name another Noname who dis close to spit it the same

I see the mimic in thangs

I see gimmicks have changed

Times change now it's time changes for business and things

Whats my time frame in this lane of scribblin flame

Niggas Made gems from the pressure and witnessing pain

You can roll the dice in this life if you think it's a game

Results ain't the same

Can't relate

If it's fame that's ya after

Can't deal wit cappas

When too busy

Gettin to the next chapter

Usually-it's-no happy endings after

Just more lessons that we didn't ask for

Maybe I'm rushin just to get some answers

Maybe I'm pushin past some

Moments I shouldn't pass up

Maybe I'm meant to have this time to handle

All the things that I couldn't patch up

People I couldn't catch up wit

MaybeMy lessons are more than random

But who planned em

Searching for the answers while turnin to god

What is ya purpose while I examine the root of my flaws

Tell me Is it gone be worth it AFTER

Getting involved

Tired of waiting for signs

Why not Just gimmi the call

What if I fumble to bag

What if I ruin it all

They call it faith cuz you blind

Right in the midst of it all

I can't be livin in fear

That be the root of it all

I think I'm switchin the gears

Right as I'm tuning the flaws

Then I'm taking off

On those who assumed and doubted it all

Cuz I remember them damn days Where I couldn't go on

Days Where I ain't even wana write a song

But somehow get the strength to murder every thing I'm on

Like it's a fuckin sing along

Touch and then it turns to gold

Call a nigga leprechaun

We started wit a bunch of bronze

Now the team stacked heavy

Like a team wit a bunch of brons

But there's no medal for my brothers who died for the cause

For them we move on

And for them my nigga Ima need them we round a applause

And to them we toast to the gods