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A scream at the front door
Think we got to roll out
No more keeping funds low
No more keeping hold outs
I had me a bad dream
A chopper explode down 
But was it a bad dream, or God passing notes down

Ready for Sole now
Me no hear no sounds
I ain't been sleep since the towers hit low ground
A lump in the throat now
A rock and a hard place
Im pressed into both now
I am pressure to blow now

Any day a windy day, we don't feed off of empty plates a square can't fit a pennies shapes my nigga, hold up
It's tax and rental rates on places mother nature sent this way

Nigga had him a dream
Nigga had him a life 
Nigga better believe 
Nigga better get right
Nigga never could breathe
The world set up the standards a nigga never could meet
So nigga better of dying, dead, die

Try to distance, mighty nigga, f*ck the hate invite her sister
Lumber party
Riding with me, lot 'em missing, uno woman I can picture in under garments
Eye precision damn near great as Michael Jordan back the days 'fore I was living
I was living in the county, I was rapping, bigger brother was in Under Armour

And my oldest brother skipped town and I was like damn
Venting to the glass mirrors magic from the composition came around
Walls closing, sky falling, deer swimming, fish living, land living can't drown
That's the world, the untouched is the rundown, and the off course is not found until

A scream at the front door
Think we got to roll out
No more keeping funds low
No more keeping hold outs
I had me a bad dream
A chopper explode down 
But was it a bad dream, or God passing notes down
A scream at the front door
Think we got to roll out
No more keeping funds low
No more keeping hold outs
I had me a bad dream
A chopper explode down 
But was it a bad dream, or God passing notes down

I had a dream that I killed a nigga hope it's never true
Handing niggas empty hands
Nigga where were you when off the Avenue
I know better days when in a better loop
And I know bad intentions homie if it don't fit, get a better shoe
Product of all of the what's  that I wanted
None of you niggas owed credit to

I mean I don't know none of you people credit
I was going underneath to let the sun do its job always wanted to see it setting
My chapter 1 is your season 7
Take a lion's skin and feed it pigeon feathers but it be content on what it's given, after all the turbulence it still will be another coming day only right that you see the balance

Homie this is my dramatic introduction
Something I really really needed
I like my lettuce and yellow buses
I like my southern mac & cheeses
I like my pie with lots of sugar
She likes her pie just when I cream it
I hope my momma never hear this
I hope my daddy already seen it

Fabricating desperation's a walk over pinned up nails on bare feet
Bow your head, a coward fled, the devils fly, angels here to want peace
County sheriffs went in there, my baby brother, nephew, sister was still in bed
They pulled the gun, went through my head, the weapon smoke
I'm thanking God they aint squeeze

A scream at the front door
Think we got to roll out
No more keeping funds low
No more keeping hold outs
I had me a bad dream
A chopper explode down 
But was it a bad dream, or God passing notes down
A scream at the front door
Think we got to roll out
No more keeping funds low
No more keeping hold outs
I had me a bad dream
A chopper explode down 
But was it a bad dream, or God passing notes down

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