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[Chorus]
THIS IS MY DREAM TEAM, MY DREAM TEAM 
MY DREAM TEAM, MY DREAM TEAM 

Well Chuck D'sannouncin'
Flava's doin' color
Halftime enterntainment by Dre

'em up and run a lap
Coastin' hit the map no lookin back
Chosen i put the city on my back
Floatin' night ridin' thru the town
White paper burnin' clouds

by you
Through whatever me i stand by you
Mix it up weed and blem
We just young and we don't care
I Pop a pill to take me there
They be telling you am

on the cash, need mine far as extra goes
Off charts, I'm runnin' my way up
Niggas ain't fuckin' my play up
Shot clock violations and I'm still chuckin' my J

One day, you gon get the door slammed in your face
You either keep on pushing it or get the fuck out the way
You in a race by yourself, how you ended

the way yeah
See me going out
See me getting money
Now shit is real
Million dollar deal
So my niggas good
And my family great
All the shit I went through

and its cloudy, I can hear them being rowdy
'Cause they way down below and I tell 'em that I'm outie
Got my strap by my side, with some money in my pocket

porch
Light my top like a torch
I'm on fire
Broke through the wire
Turn the station
Run them out of patience
Won't make a difference
Hold a press

of the world

By the water, drinking Stellas in starlight,
You can't swim but I'll dive for you

I see life is a game, gotta sticks to my own vibe
If you need

the blunt while I press exhaust
I'm tryna fly into better days
But the way niggas dying I hang by the grave
IM trappin out the
9 To 5
I triple minimum wage

backstage
Love her by the way that she says my name
Or when she calls me babe
Or even by the way that she walks on pavement
Lips nose teeth eyes amazing
Hot

when trials unfold
I give my life to , Jesus,my story to be told

I press on inspired,His grace by my side
If I get through troubles, His glory will

to my song 
Baby I love what you're doing 
The way you putting me thru it 
This stereo one on one 

When I get you back to the studio
Sip and relax you

Wicked

Colla Destra

Operation Beatbox

1996

nuttin, just listen
Got me a plan to break Tyson outta prison
Come my way and get served
Still got a duece that'll bunny hop the curb
Nappy head, nappy

How do I know that surviving will show me
The way?
Must I decide?
How do I know that my struggle will be worth the pain?

Survive the storm
Quit vying

not me, well who the hell am I?  I don’t have a clue
I guess I’ll just start
Hear the music passing by it echoes through my mind
It stumbles through

not me, well who the hell am I?  I don't have a clue
I guess I'll just start
Hear the music passing by it echoes through my mind
It stumbles through

running the race
At a grueling pace so I can truly make a better way by stacking up Benjamin face



(Hook)
Going thru it
Yeah I’ve been goin thru it
Now

goodbye,
you did me wrong but ima make it right, that right ..I want revenge


Coulda had you by the end of the summer You ainít lose me you just lost my

and traumas, part of our living
Then they wonder why my chest, empty
Been thru the Serengeti, don’t press me
Dear mama, your boy is a man now
12 years old no

under
With my levens

Sorry forgot to mention


Pill morpheus passed just happened
To be
 Greeen




Plotting through the matrix

Fucking with what I

of the press
Exploited by your own
Who claim they like the rest
Maybe once upon time but that time has since passed
The connection it has been severed by

Your anxiety and desires make you feel worn down like old tires
If I had it my way, I'd cut away these wires
I know inside you're scrambled up

I've tried way too many times
To figure out my past Sometimes I wanna press
Re-wind
I've lied way too many times
To myself when something
Doesn't