Dreamin' (feat. MTS sh0tta)

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Trev-Eaz

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Could it be that I’m dreaming
Or in my season full of discernment
I’m believing that God had a plan
Thought we was worth it
I’m receiving what’s for me is for me
I need the glory
And never should I covet my brothers
End of the story
This for my youngins that bleed for the dead homie
North side hustler every photo the bread on him
Until it’s in your arm leg leg arm head
Then shoot ring out in the dark we all fled
And murder was case the code no body told
In the first 48 it’s cold nobody know
Cause cops and the ops there given no information
Like when Nige got shot round the corner for just playing
Some half way crooks ain’t kill em I'm just saying
Had half the mind to go out spill but kept waiting
It’s a dead issue now but if I ain’t have a child
I probably seeking the vengeance ducking the trail
Cause it hurt me to see my baby up in the spital
Eating jello with a morphine drip like he was riddled
It took me back to over nights at courtright lane
My uncle taught me how to jab
And throw the hook like Shane
Just like my daddy I'm a hustla
I told my mamma I’m a ride
I know she worry when I’m out here
Dodgin murder Homicide
Could it be that I’m dreaming
Or in my season full of discernment
I’m believing that God had a plan
Thought we was worth it
I’m receiving what’s for me is for me
I need the glory
And never should I covet my brothers
End of the story
I wrote this after writin' cousin on JPay
I sent a few stamps and some pics for his birthday
Another family photo was taken you up state
But we fruitful and Multiplying
Remembering Gods grace
I dream about the day you come home
Now that a holiday
Hope you invest your bread like Jbo
And get some real estate
I see how he be winning I’m proud
That’s how you motivate
Said hustle til rich as a child
And he ain’t take a break
I hate when they get you mad on the book
And post your paper work
You did your time and came home clean
Your momma prayer work
If anything you gave em the game
Make sure they pay you first
If you ever need a verse or a hook
Make sure you call me first
Cause the sicc nicc still in my blood that’s on cuh
If anybody think it ain’t love they on drugs
This story to inform em these youngin' need inspiration
Cause if Lauryn isn’t form I guess it miseducation
Just like my daddy I'm a hustla
I told my mamma I’m a ride
I know she worry when I’m out here
Dodgin murder Homicide
Could it be that I’m dreaming
Or in my season full of discernment
I’m believing that God had a plan
Thought we was worth it
I’m receiving what’s for me is for me
I need the glory
And never should I covet my brothers
End of the story
I find I’m more like El-Shabazz every single day
Rebellin for my brothers til my brothers feel they safe
All these black leaders dying with no one to take they place
Too many cemetery trips I was there before the wake
But I don’t want to lead ya
Only to deceive ya
Have you on the path darkness
Tryna teach ya
That was not the plan
I’m simply a man
Who’s my father figures made these million pushin' kilograms
But I'm passed that this peace and power give me my flower
I avoid those lions who hunger seek and devour
But out here the battles the lords the Niggas cowards
Then I preach that pride to my son he feel empowered
I was raised in the niccle my mom was a real Nigga
Walked straight up to the blicky
And *Beep* ain’t pull the trigger
She like God be for me
So fear you can overlook
No weapon formed is more than
Some scripture up in a book
Just like my daddy I'm a hustla
I told my mamma I’m a ride
I know she worry when I’m out here
Dodgin murder Homicide
Could it be that I’m dreaming
Or in my season full of discernment
I’m believing that God had a plan
Thought we was worth it
I’m receiving what’s for me is for me
I need the glory
And never should I covet my brothers
End of the story

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