Lucid Dreamer

I use to dream being the greatest when am twenty three
When I was young we ain't even got a bed to sleep
Momma always make the meals buh she'll never eat
Cause there wasn't much to go around, we could barely eat
Momma sold many cloths but they never pay her
Rarely saw my father he was hustling for the steady paper
Later
I was dropped off of my grandma house
Cause she couldn't handle all the pressure from my steady take care
What a burden she be taken n part of an obligation
The particle for my eyes when I saw my mother wave me
It's when had the obligation say fuck it that ama make it
All I need is concentration, the grace and alotta Patience
My father flaw, I take it the gift not overstated
Apologize to Nathan, you was always on my name list
Never saw the motivation, I take it from one the greatest
Writing lyrics in my pad, sing lyrics and write them daily
Pon da base was inspired my write from the beginning
My feeling of writing artistry talent was still concealed in
Opinion is always negative
Statement like a sedative
They say I'm in Nigeria, my style is still uncertain still
Reach the market value before you go complexity
It's the only way you sell records that you still relevant
Alotta rappers selling records that I know am better than

I'm still a dreamer and hoping I'm on the way
On the way
On a chase
On a race
I'm outta patience... don't wanna wait
Wanna wait
Oh no wait
It's adaptation and honorary
We are dreamers, believers (Yeah you already seen us)
Writing vision for legions (Yeah a piece of demeanor)
Underachiever and preacher (Yeah we burning all the liquor)
Another name for greatness
Yeah we spark this generation

Yeah we tired of taking last...
Part of a patient class
Part of the minor... Part of the people who always make it last
Part of the masses, under classes Under degraded class
You tired of the taxes, fuck the passion, fuck the the Rated class
We no more the sleepers
Word to the motherfucking niggas who are still believers
Self achievers, never ever need the system
The lesser we ask
The better we can... Hey
Am checking my Past, correcting my Path
That's why I say I'm on mission, not part of the competition
Not part of the congregation not bothered about the system
I gotta feed all the children with Butterfield and some wisdom
So finally they be Kingsman and pass it to they children
I probably turn up the mall to homeless shelter
Prolly make politicians running helter skelter
Never felt a thing when the cattle herder raid and left us
Lucid dreaming about a better day (And I'm hoping)

On a chasr
On a race
I'm outta patience... don't wanna wait
Wanna wait
Wanna wait
It's adaptation and honorary
We are dreamers, believers (Yeah you already seen us)
Writing vision for legions (Yeah a piece of demeanor)
Underachiever and preacher (Yeah we burning all the liquor)
Another name for greatness
Yeah we spark this generation

I'm so elated
But you know maybe
If I got the four riders and bout to go latest and I
Corretters I might have fit your label
I don't mind if all don't listen as I
So ladies it's time to put your langeries
I'm stoned and then I'm outta control baby you know
Flow baby I'm tryna control baby
I'm still tryna fit your label that's all