Dope Dreams (feat. Vision Tha Dreamer)

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Jo Saza

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Aye
V the Dreamer
Saza
Aye
They steady screaming, "who that?"
That Dreamer kid who could rap
See I was here to be dope
But I know I’m lyrically crack
If imma keep this shit frank, was just a saint with the craft
See y’all be doin the most, just for y’all shit to be to be whack
It’s still a black business tryna chase to the stack
Feels just like yesterday was running the 400 in track
Came from the 400 years of chains and whips to our back
The Only whip I needs a Beamer, I’m all set with the tags
You sell yo life to the pavement, shit you ain’t makin it back
Why OG’s ain’t hanging they jerseys on the rack
Thinking they Kobe, and yet their whole demeanor is Shaq
I’m wan kenobi kicking Mr. Miyagi on wax (yo what the)
Gotta get off my ass cause I’m standing
The truth hurts, look how they fired off Nick Cannon
Reason why it’s hard to get a job at the retail
Prolly saw the name and never looked at the email
For now I got this weight Im maneuvering
Higher life lessons got no time for the school again
Imma get this off with BCP and the hooligans
Comin off the THC and getting straight to rudiments
The root of it
Nigga hit that, Flip that, smoke a lil sumn
We could split that, Kit-Kat, make a lil sum
Cop a big pack, this that “kill a nigga lungs”
That’s a quick bag, worry about my wrist last
Watch it
hit that, Flip that, smoke a lil sumn
& they big mad, F*ck it we ain’t worried bout you bums
This is Black Business, Confidential (Yeah Yeah)
Nigga’s say that money talk, how coincidental (Yeah Yeah)
Dope dream dealers, long stripped me from my innocence
Ball parks, and high school hallways, a nigga killing it
Making a killing
But society would paint me a villain
Lock my niggas up, then turn around and make them a million off of the same shit
Tell me, what’s the cost of the fame?
And if I could just get the fortune, would it all be the same?
Or do it change, shit ?
Let me know if heaven is real
I’m at a crossroad, running from the devil for real
I got this weight on my shoulders an addiction I’m trynna kick it
Momma told me get a job I got into some sketchy business
Dealing with the devil’s lettuce, Now let us pray
For all of my nigga’s who working hard, couldn’t get away
I’m Thinking It’s destiny
Give my all, nothing left in me
I must say I’m infatuated with nature, that evergeen
Money turn weed, when we’d make Money
How did a high school hustle, turn into everyday ducking bullets, dodging hummers
you’d think I learn my lesson, Nah I’m still the same nigga!
Just a lot smarter and my checks is way bigger
I was staring down the barrel of the gun
Hoping he would pull the trigger
But instead he let me run
nigga’s had a QP, and I had to leave with nothing
I was questioning my methods
Before the day had begun
Did I just want the attention
Or was it about the sum
By the end of the night
A nigga was right back at the plug’s crib
F*ck it, I’m in love with the drug
I cop another ounce, & tell them nigga’s wassup
They say we spinning on these nigga’s
I got murder on my mind
I was ready to pull the trigger, not your ordinary nigga
Had to distance myself
work with my pain
I’d probably be dead if I ain’t smoke all my problems away yuh
F*ck what you think
Confessions from a addict
Yeah nigga that’s real
Nigga hit that, Flip that, smoke a lil sumn
We could split that, Kit-Kat, make a lil sum
Cop a big pack, this that “kill a nigga lungs”
That’s a quick bag, worry about my wrist last
Watch it
hit that, Flip that, smoke a lil sumn
& they big mad, F*ck it we ain’t worried bout you bums
This is Black Business, Confidential
Nigga’s say that money talk, how coincidental

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