I'm in the clouds homie, no gas mask Paper long stack higher than giraffe's a** I'm used to driving spaceships, so I'm landing wrong On some ugly sh**, ET whatever bandana on Dolce book bag, Louie rag, hanging on the right side Red lightning on my head, I'm looking on the bright side Listen to my music, yes, I highly recommend it But if you ain't messing with it, why the hell are you commenting And I'm really loving rapping now know I had to get it in Listening to rappers and some of them sounding feminine Any stage or any show, I been there or I done it Too big and these girls run from it These young n***as here now and we bout to shut it down My little sister Teyana Taylor and yeah I'm Chris Brown And ain't no goons with me, go on act silly Don't forget modasucer I'm illy