Cloud 9 Lyrics

Uh, Mysterious ways, am I really okay?

Don't got a grip, might go off the grid been grindin' for 300 days (woo)

Don't got a key to the wraith

Tellin' the PA to bring in the safe

Count my millies, run the city, I'm on a whole 'nother wave

Hop on a PJ, yeah I got airtime, I'm on Cloud 9, I be 'bout mine

So many people just hate on the great, I can't even keep a sound mind

You know that you made it when you makin' 20 off a tune

Keep one eye open, trust been way overdue

They didn't wanna give me a chance, now look who's the man, yeah

Had to make room for all these bands, got rid of my friends, yeah

Shows don't stop in London, might go Netherlands, yeah

In that deep end sunken like I never swam, yeah

Can't keep the fake ones 'round me, told 'em kick the can, yeah

Somewhere in Myrtle Beach, I need a bigger mansion

Goin' 3 for 3, got 16 million fans, yeah

They know I ain't dumb, I went in with a plan, yeah

No it ain't scripted

Killin' the game since I came in it

Runnin' it up again and again , they seein' me win for real but they can't get it

On the billboard

Tell me what I need a deal for

Yeah, yeah, yeah checkin' the mil score

Goin' plaque for plaque, take it back just like I'm Fillmore

Makin' a check

It's been a long time comin', hear about it when I'm breakin' the 'net

17 on my collar, gotta go harder, harder

I can't relent

I been on the run like a fugutive

Everything I got it's been intuitive

I just been winnin' and winnin' and winnin', they don't know how long I been doin' this

J Cole hit the phone, they viewin' this

Yesterday just touched down in Miami

Need me 'bout 3 or 4 grammy's

On top like Uncle Sammy

(On top like Uncle Sammy)

Only question they ask, "Can he?"

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Move like secret services

The game too cheat, I murder this

Got them racks on me, you can ask 'bout me, yeah I bet the whole heard of this

Got it booked off, I done took off in that Hellcat call it "Cerberus"

More money, yeah it's funny, they thought I was done after my first hit (Nah)

(Woo)

Mysterious ways, am I really okay?

Don't got a grip, might go off the grid been grindin' for 300 days (woo)

Don't got a key to the wraith

Tellin' the PA to bring in the safe

Count my millies, run the city, I'm on a whole 'nother wave

Hop on a PJ, yeah I got airtime, I'm on Cloud 9, I be 'bout mine

So many people just hate on the great, I can't even keep a sound mind

You know that you made it when you makin' 20 off a tune

Keep one eye open, trust been way overdue

They didn't wanna give me a chance, now look who's the man, yeah

Had to make room for all these bands, got rid of my friends, yeah

Shows don't stop in London, might go Netherlands, yeah

In that deep end sunken like I never swam, yeah

Can't keep the fake ones 'round me, told 'em kick the can, yeah

Somewhere in Myrtle Beach, I need a bigger mansion

Goin' 3 for 3, got 16 million fans, yeah

They know I ain't dumb, I went in with a plan, yeah