Artist: K-Rino Album: 80 Minute Eternity Song: Clouds to the Ground Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Yesterday's somebody, it could happen to you Can be today's nobody, never forget ha-ha The process, of success [K-Rino] I remember when he first, started writing in his class He was raw and unpolished, but figured it out fast Spitting flows for his partnas, had em all tripping Freestyling to instrumentals, in the ride flipping Having dreams, of putting his hood on the map Females was even saying, girl he good he can rap Made a low budget mixtape, did it for the love Started hitting shows up, and wrecking mic's at the club A young drug dealer, saw him getting down at the spot Said let me drop some money behind him, and make it pop Put him in a real studio, paid for some beats In five months, twenty thousand units sold in the streets Now he known in the city, life getting kinda sweet People paying him to rap, and record labels trying to meet And this happened so fast, it don't even seem real Went from hanging on the corner, to a million dollar deal [Chorus - 2x] But it's a long way down, from the clouds to the ground From arrogant to humble, from shallow to profound From the stars to the planets, your first to your last day For fools, the top of the mountain is only half way [K-Rino] With no hesitation he signed it, the money had him blinded So non business minded, he never noticed the fine print Couldn't wait for his new master, to cut the check out First thing he did, was iced his whole neck out Couldn't wait to make it back to the hood, and show out Eighty five thousand dollar chain on, no house Starting to see a new lifestyle, he didn't know bout Women drugs VIP, every time he'd go out Hooked on that Hollywood, thoughts rearranging His homies saw his entourage, they noticed him changing And many of em drop off, friends he was losing The few that stayed around, only did so to use him The shows he would pack em, the album went platinum Expected the first check from that one, to be a fat one No publishing was happening, deals under the table Yeah the check was real big, not for him but the label [Chorus - 2x] [K-Rino] Now the game's different, from the first day they signed him up Plaque on his wall, but the money wasn't lining up What happened to that cat, that financed his first album The label paid him three hundred grand, to let them have him Sold into slavery, struggling for cash flow Trying to find out why his royalty check, was that low The CEO said we financed, twenty two things From cars to videos, do you know what recoup means Had to fall back, show money he smoked and blew all that Tried to contact old friends, none of em called back These was the people, that was down when you was starving Now he can't come around, his head is a target Never gave nothing back, when you was on top Kinda sad when the phone quits ringing, and shows stop And his next project flopped, they dropped him in a sec Now a welfare check, is the only one he collects [Chorus - 2x]