Filtered Dreams

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YoungLordJu

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Trying go ghost 
I ain't talking Danny 
All these random hoes 
All this random family 
Y'all ain't dear 
Ain't none y'all sincere 
Y'all ain't aware of this shit 
We got right here
Bare success 
Yea 
That's all we chase 
All we get is pain 
All we get is hate 
My feelings deep
Yea 
Deep like this base 
In my bag strong 
In a suit case 
Black male 
Round 12 gotta brace 
Or imma be buried 
Or up in a cage 
Yea 
Put me in a cage 
Young lord 
Boy all feel is rage 
All these niggas plotting 
Like life a stage 
Then they wonder 
Why I treat em
Strange 
Diss a nigga 
Don't miss 
Im the top percent 
Top tier nigga 
And I move militant 
Filtered  dreams in my camera roll 
Make me less bold 
Put a filter on my heart 
Yea
But im still cold 
They try to color me as bronze 
Yea 
But I'm still gold 
Cut the lights on my pops
Yea
But we never fold
Told my father that I love him 
But this shit can get real 
Told em I was hitting licks 
Just to see how he feel
Told em life is made of scenes 
But this ain't know reel 
I got gwapo not flacko 
But I keep it trill 
In the alley 
In the cut 
No king of the hill
Can't make a move 
If it ain't paying the bills 
I seal em off 
Isolate myself
Like a safe room
Yellow tape round 
My studio 
That's where kill fools
With no tools
Just bars like a cell block
If she black then she get dick 
If she white then she get cock
She hotter then wasbi 
Sorry this ain't bedrock 
On her knees
I'll make her jaw lock 
Foreign cars was dream since 
My early teens
Days before the rodeo in my ear 
Since I was 13
Drizzy had me charged up 
On niggas at 14 
But humbled 
Opened the notes app
Wrote my own dreams
Money, love, sex 
Drugs and fake friends 
That's the type of shit 
That be reaching my ends 
Young lord 
Say it on every track 
Been spread out the snakes
I never get in a jam
Niggas might share the name 
But they definitely not fam
You niggas fumble 
Ain't pick up the bag 
Aye

I teach these niggas lesson 
Like I'm west in the class
Aye 
Filtered  dreams in my camera roll 
Make me less bold 
Put a filter on my heart 
Yea
But im still cold 
They try to color me as bronze 
Yea 
But I'm still gold 
Cut the lights on my pops
Yea
But we never fold

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