Lyrics:
the dream
I just elevated to a king's throne
That's in my D.N.A I be a G until the day I D.I.E
They seat me up in V.I.P like B.I.G
Sometimes life can be
with it, I get-get it
I slip into the pussy
I'm slick like liquid is
My dick did it, Damage a critical hit
Quidditch ain't the only time you'll see
Me
that outlives him
Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync
And out of time by the sound of things
Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win
Best murder machine
I had a dream last night
It was a hardcore battle
I remember Katy Perry on a dark horse saddle
Followed by far more cattle
I was there alone with
to tear your heart
Apart at the seams, still the killer of your dreams
Slip your soul into my pocket, then I flee the scene
It's like that
If you take
remember that you call me and I know everything
you sold me you gave everyone the ax by fax for little jack to pay to tax
don't pack a knife cuz it's useless
melodrama and no baby mama
2 am burn that yokohama
The shit that i do call it psychodrama
Pull up in p8 i pick up shania
Part 2: kneel and say grace.
into some juvenile niggas in design
P.L.O. Style, sign my name on the line
Your beef is mine, dangerous minds combine, we all carry nines
What you
I'm sayin'?
When you comin' from the bay, a lot of things don't seem like they can't happen in life
You just gotta put effort into it, you know what
with P.
I remember when you got your very first tattoo
Now we're both covered
Through the highs and lows
We made the most of it
But now I know your true
dreams
CREAM is the motto, that's followed throughout these city streets
Had an influence on most, the kind, have blind leading the blind
Refined light
it
The American dream ain't what it seems
With lies they've laced it
Can't you taste it?
See they baste it in an imitation butter
We've ate it
struttin through this concrete
Jungle with a lion's tail
Cain't nobody stop me from pursuin my dreams
And haters negativity just motivates the team
Tellin
with my kids, I know they fuck with Disney
Cut from a cloth that guarantee we cuttin' history
The way these dreams is unfolding, gotta pluck or pinch
It's hard. It's painful.
It's lonely. It's sad.
It's fated.
The heart is shrinking.
No more dreams.
We climb the stairs
step by step.
I try not
these three words. Say this!
All is well
All is well
All is well
I just want to thank you Lord!
© Joste Music (ASCAP), Arr. by John P. Redmon Music
the silence.
Only by the form, the pattern
Can words or music reach
The stillness (...)"
[written by P. Maslanka except the last part - a fragment of. T.S.
P.U.S.S. to the why that's my pussy
Chorus
Pussy rules niggaz don't understand the world is ran by pussy alone
Fuck a man everything it motivates so don't
olds are chasing P, blazing weed
15, Henny mix it with coke
Get smoked by a kid that’s just 16 years old
18, Realise chicks are just hoe’s
They would do
don't use twitter so
He dissed me through a tweet
Shoot a nigga in his face
Now he on the concrete
Got into it at the house now I
Got kicked out by my
Use your cerebellum
Or bro'll up chop and turn
Into a pair of 'Gielas
Put her in a headlock 'cause
She gave away my BIN in a bank with a frown
Walked
charged watch these bars connect
Born and brought up in the p side the school of excellence
Yo this that 12 men congregation
This that who got the fire
that I'm seeing, I already seen it 'cause I used to dream it, yeah
Moving weight like a kingpin, 25 in my wheat Timbs
Stick on me like hockey 'cause I
like Beyonce, Hova
Give you a peek into my world
Run me over
With all your drunk thoughts, girl, I wanna show ya
That I won't judge you if you ain't been
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