I had a dream about me dreamin' that I woke up
I had a dream about us dreamin' and we woke up
I had a dream about us dreamin' and we woke up

The world woke up, get your work up

Yup I'm going in, this will cost you cold ten

It's been exhaustin on the journey avoidin' the coffin
Finally I'mma win
But once you win could be gone with the wind

No telling when so I always got an encore like Win
Never been a fan to drop this %#@! just for the hell of it
^!$$% I'm the truth, I forever stay relevant

Don't keep up with the Jones', nor the Kardashians
Jim's a scratch ^!$$%, I give a $#&@ about the fashion
You and Mr Charles have read the chaws of takeout

Laugh at you ^!$$%s on me, give you takeout
I'm nice man, I'm Tyson before the wife-o start to like him
I mean my main agreement a lie, gon shoot me now some Vicodin

Yo plastic wrap is not even worth recyclin'
I often dream of Alicia Keys, Cezarine Dikin


Think that you can do what I do how I do what I does
But you can't and you still wishin you could
Engine no. 9, ^!$$%s jet I'm feelin' fine

Pretty swell, sick as ever, fly as hell how I get it

They probly struggling and jugglin, regurgitatin a bunch of lame %#@!

Not me ah ah, I got the pain
(*##$ turn me up until you almost blow your system
Hands up, hands up, see what y'all been missin'?


^!$$% I'm a G like you see in masonic lodges
$#&@ you rapper Rogers, hold me up Benk Bunk Rogers

Line for line ahead of my time
I guess that makes me a premie
I've been right, never walkin about when you see me

Market type is both Bane and the dark knight
My excise precise I put a slice through your wind pipe
No hype, I'm really that $#&@in' ill

You in shock like watchin' MTV and plug loadin hell
Rebel swell, I raise hell, I'll start a riot
Buy a bunch of bath salts and get them little kids to try it

I'm ignorant, belligerent and overly too confident
Congerian Jameson until I start to vomit
I dry heave, I might bleed but I'm right back drinkin

I know you like what the $#&@ is he thinkin

Think that you can do what I do how I do what I does

But you can't and you still wishin you could
Engine no. 9, ^!$$%s jet I'm feelin' fine
Pretty swell, sick as ever, fly as hell how I get it


They probly struggling and jugglin, regurgitatin a bunch of lame %#@!
Not me ah ah, I got the pain

(*##$ turn me up until you almost blow your system
Hands up, hands up, see what y'all been missin'?


Aye Bishop why you tryna act like you're just a smooth boy on some smooth %#@!?
You know you a spam enchilada eatin' pork chop sauce jerkin chicken, finger lickin', purple drink drinkin' mother$#&@er like the rest of us
We ain't even tryna hear that %#@! from you

The next song better be hard mother$#&@er
Oh yea, know what I mean?
We got some tortillas coming at ya

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