Dreams
Life is kind of hard being the unknown king
When nobody knows they're rapping is really your thing
And you stink my mentality, shows unknown reality
Of my authenticity and shows some actuality
Saw my uncle killed on the strip seen the blood drips
On the hospital bed
I think I'll try to rap instead
I think it's my time now
Trying to write a rhyme but how
My brain is in handcuffs and I always have my head down
While I've got my hands up I'm screaming "don't shoot"
Spitting in my face why they stomp me with combat boots
Know my mom dukes don't want to see me killed in the street
Black men in jail that's the stereo that I'm trying to beat
Got my words blowing like a flood flowing down the street
Words playing connect the dots but can you understand me
Now I got to be my own man
Got to take my unknown Stan
My beats is on the right words on the left I need a middleman
Chris Middleton how you been
Haven't seen you since don't know when
Tell big cousin number 20 take me out the Lions Den
Because I have been patiently waiting
While I'm rhyming am escaping
The harsh realities and to me it's just getting basic
But the unknown part really keeps me in the dark
Never knowing when my career will start
Don't strike this itty bitty fired
Because I can really cause more than a spark
Alma And I only spit bars for my unknown familiar
Dropped 51 points like I'm Damian Lillard
My mouth is my witness my words are the judge
My flow is my lawyer my mind is the killer
Sit back while I just let the bass kick in
Spitting my childish flow's
Because you already know unknown's about to make a killing
Always pray for the living thank the man upstairs and I'm living
Let my mentality guide the reality and only let my soul do the thrilling
Only spitting these simple bars
Because I'm given gifts that I was only giving
But how can beggars be choosers
When the choosers always make the choice to always keep giving
Never out of juice I'm always driven
I was writing rhymes like the beat was skipping
Only speak the truth if you really live it
Because I'm contemplating if your bars are written
If one ride we all ride I know is in his prime
N don't even have a record deal
How you not gay but you dye your dreads teal
You speak the truth I speak the real with confidence
Now Imma Let you just think on that while I smoke on my kush
And read my Corinthian's
When nobody knows they're rapping is really your thing
And you stink my mentality, shows unknown reality
Of my authenticity and shows some actuality
Saw my uncle killed on the strip seen the blood drips
On the hospital bed
I think I'll try to rap instead
I think it's my time now
Trying to write a rhyme but how
My brain is in handcuffs and I always have my head down
While I've got my hands up I'm screaming "don't shoot"
Spitting in my face why they stomp me with combat boots
Know my mom dukes don't want to see me killed in the street
Black men in jail that's the stereo that I'm trying to beat
Got my words blowing like a flood flowing down the street
Words playing connect the dots but can you understand me
Now I got to be my own man
Got to take my unknown Stan
My beats is on the right words on the left I need a middleman
Chris Middleton how you been
Haven't seen you since don't know when
Tell big cousin number 20 take me out the Lions Den
Because I have been patiently waiting
While I'm rhyming am escaping
The harsh realities and to me it's just getting basic
But the unknown part really keeps me in the dark
Never knowing when my career will start
Don't strike this itty bitty fired
Because I can really cause more than a spark
Alma And I only spit bars for my unknown familiar
Dropped 51 points like I'm Damian Lillard
My mouth is my witness my words are the judge
My flow is my lawyer my mind is the killer
Sit back while I just let the bass kick in
Spitting my childish flow's
Because you already know unknown's about to make a killing
Always pray for the living thank the man upstairs and I'm living
Let my mentality guide the reality and only let my soul do the thrilling
Only spitting these simple bars
Because I'm given gifts that I was only giving
But how can beggars be choosers
When the choosers always make the choice to always keep giving
Never out of juice I'm always driven
I was writing rhymes like the beat was skipping
Only speak the truth if you really live it
Because I'm contemplating if your bars are written
If one ride we all ride I know is in his prime
N don't even have a record deal
How you not gay but you dye your dreads teal
You speak the truth I speak the real with confidence
Now Imma Let you just think on that while I smoke on my kush
And read my Corinthian's
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Writer(s): Aamir Turner
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