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I had a dream about me dreaminâ that I woke up
I had a dream about us dreaminâ and we woke up
I had a dream about us dreaminâ and we woke up
The world woke up, get your work up
Yup Iâm going in, this will cost you cold ten
Itâs been exhaustin on the journey avoidinâ the coffin
Finally Iâmma win
But once you win could be gone with the wind
No telling when so I always got an encore like Win
Never been a fan to drop this shit just for the hell of it
Nigga Iâm the truth, I forever stay relevant
Donât keep up with the Jonesâ, nor the Kardashians
Jimâs a scratch nigga, I give a fuck about the fashion
You and Mr Charles have read the chaws of takeout
Laugh at you niggas on me, give you takeout
Iâm nice man, Iâm Tyson before the wife-o start to like him
I mean my main agreement a lie, gon shoot me now some Vicodin
Yo plastic wrap is not even worth recyclinâ
I often dream of Alicia Keys, Cezarine Dikin
Think that you can do what I do how I do what I does
But you canât and you still wishin you could
Engine no. 9, niggas jet Iâm feelinâ fine
Pretty swell, sick as ever, fly as hell how I get it
They probly struggling and jugglin, regurgitatin a bunch of lame shit
Not me ah ah, I got the pain
Bitch turn me up until you almost blow your system
Hands up, hands up, see what yâall been missinâ?
Nigga Iâm a G like you see in masonic lodges
Fuck you rapper Rogers, hold me up Benk Bunk Rogers
Line for line ahead of my time
I guess that makes me a premie
Iâve been right, never walkin about when you see me
Market type is both Bane and the dark knight
My excise precise I put a slice through your wind pipe
No hype, Iâm really that fuckinâ ill
You in shock like watchinâ MTV and plug loadin hell
Rebel swell, I raise hell, Iâll start a riot
Buy a bunch of bath salts and get them little kids to try it
Iâm ignorant, belligerent and overly too confident
Congerian Jameson until I start to vomit
I dry heave, I might bleed but Iâm right back drinkin
I know you like what the fuck is he thinkin
Think that you can do what I do how I do what I does
But you canât and you still wishin you could
Engine no. 9, niggas jet Iâm feelinâ fine
Pretty swell, sick as ever, fly as hell how I get it
They probly struggling and jugglin, regurgitatin a bunch of lame shit
Not me ah ah, I got the pain
Bitch turn me up until you almost blow your system
Hands up, hands up, see what yâall been missinâ?
Aye Bishop why you tryna act like youâre just a smooth boy on some smooth shit?
You know you a spam enchilada eatinâ pork chop sauce jerkin chicken, finger lickinâ, purple drink drinkinâ motherfucker like the rest of us
We ainât even tryna hear that shit from you
The next song better be hard motherfucker
Oh yea, know what I mean?
We got some tortillas coming at ya
Dig that?
- Album:
- The Preformation
- The Layover
- Miscellaneous
- The Confessional (Mixtape)
- The Shawshank Redemption: Angola 3
- Nigger Noize (Mixtape)
- "TEAM America - F**k Yeah - Special Forces"
- Who I Gotta Kill
- The Pope Mobile
- N*gger Noize
- Pope Mobile
- Nigger Noize
- EA Sports Soundtrax, Vol. 1
- EA Soundtrax, Vol. 2
- EA Sports Soundtrax, Vol. 1 (Original Soundtrack)