Interlude

One, first you gotta chase ya fuckin paper
Two, Then you gotta stack some more
Get a strap niggas don't know how to act no more
That was three, and you don't gotta take it from me
I'm too real for you dudes to be fakin for me
Let's roll the dice, tell a bad to blow before shake it
Scarface showed us that the world is for the taking
I ain't sure what the universe planned for a nigga
Maybe a wife and kids, maybe a couple billion
Maybe I'll be hero long enough to be a villain
Maybe I'll be the inspiration for the Philly children
Been a bachelor before my degree
Tell a baddie come kick it with me
English class to told us that we always gotta cum before we can leave
Momma knew I'd be a Star way before I could breath
Tom Ford cologne eww I got a trick up my sleeve
I'm not rat or a mouse but I pick up the cheese and drop dimes
Cuz I got dimes to spare
Got a couple time share, with no time to share
They say they wanna chase they dreams never mind they scared

Say they wanna chase they dreams, nevermind they scared



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin-amir Bostic
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