Dream Chasers

I come from the bottom yeh I'm independent
Fit the new suit Louis Vuitton logo imprinted
Ice white Porche, leather seats
I don't need mob ties to make ends meet
Follow the culture Quavo gone friend me
In the back I'll let couple shooters lay low
Don't go ask about it to my nato
Better not ask a question to my drako
I got my wrist swimming, mako
Mag on the peice extended and I take hold
Step up to the plate you might make a mistake
Like I'm In the kitchen and I just burnt a cake
Wanna go to war then go diss Drake
Pray to God for war that's a dis-grace
Let the heavens rumble while we hell raze
When I lose a penny there's an outrage
Try to compromise me the drako got range
The shooter got dead eye he know how to aim
Taste lead after we light the flame
Then taste meds after I light a flame

I put my pistol to the sky
Blast the demons lead'll fly
I bring my hands to the lord above
I meet heavens gate when I die
I keep my pistol in the glove
The situation never gone arye
We bring our hands to the lord above
Meet at heavens gate lead'll fly

I got doctors precision when I operate
You know I can spit bars off the gate
You from my crew, I exonerate
Never convicted, we got blessings on our plate
Live the life we saw, it was a premonition

To have a good life you gotta live it
And you know I go by definition
I pull up the chrome, In his face there's a hole
I feel like I'm tiger woods, precision with the pole
Like a stadium he got an open dome

Next time you should leave the 9 at home
Next time it's nine, I'll pull a crime at home
Fill the arena bitch you know I'm sold
This world is cold but my cheese it mold
Get between me and my goals you get post-poled

They after me coz my pockets slip knots
357 revolver let off all six shots
When I see the opps I play connect the dots
I'm the predator on the hunt hope you got fair wills
A hunter and smoking these sheep, bear grills

They want a piece of this damn they so petty
But I'm different so you can't compare me
So easily I can hold a semi'
Anytime I need to pull it I'm ready
At the age of 14 I held the Dezzy

You know I get that wap like I'm Fetty
When I spray the bullets tear him into confetti
Magazine longer than fresh spaghetti
We go fully automatic fuck a Renetti
My dogs will tear you up bear like you are a teddy

I put my pistol to sky
Blast the demons lead'll fly
I bring my hands to the Lord above
I meet heavens gate when I die
I keep my pistol in the glove
The situation never gone arye
We bring our hands to the Lord above
Meet at heavens gate lead'll fly

My dogs gon eat tonight coz we blessed
Imma relieve them of all the stress
Seen from the lord above I guess
All this life have ever been to me is just a test
I passed, like pass my blunt to the next