Dreams And Reality
Paris with my brothers and team is clearly the message
White picket fences the gardeners clipping the hedges
That's what I'm manifesting the grind is what we all pledging
Finna make so much money my momma make a percentage
4 By 4 big bodies they lane swerving
Louisiana Rub eating good in back of suburbans
Made so many plays throughout my life I feel like Irving
One of a Kind like KD yes indeed they know for certain
Living check to check they like how is that my flex
Use the extra for my daughter need a different type respect
They know my motivation how we rocking to the neck
Got Killas like Kobe Bryant but Shooters shooting like Steph
Last of a dying bread I don't really know whose up next
Tryna cop the twin turbo that fucker feeling like jets
Flight to New York loose timbs is how I step
But it's still Westside till I die The Side what I rep
They like oh lord this Nigga back and he back to back with the action
Writing lyrics by my lonely I'm the only captain
My family the only team they help me make it happen
Circle smaller than a red dot beam and I ain't Cappin
You know I ain't capping no I acting delirious
I understand the work I put in is so serious
Don't worry bout my next move nigga stop acting curious
Cause imma drop banger after banger all mysterious
Susan Ave flows, like I'm in the 6 way up north
Balling for my dooterz is clearly my only sport
If a sucka ain't rocking with me clearly we know the dorks
Cause I'm insane In the brain and this clearly my second sport
Clearly my second sport and I'm doing it on on a basis
Flow crazy making you picture you in a oasis
Real hip hop coming back lyrics crazy Wayne in 08 shit
Pontiac Torrent to Civic feel like a spaceship
Especially when I get inside the benz
Tunnel Vision to my dreams this shit will never end
T my motivation that's my brother that's my twin
Cause if it wasn't for him man this shit wouldn't begin
I understand this rhyming shit is so complex
I understand everybody dream is a Patek
Reality gon set in those feelings gonna suppress
Love yoself and realize that you still fresh to death
But let me get back to the action and clearly stay in my place
I can't wait to see 100 grand right in my face
Take that shit to the bank deposit it into chase
Take a mill out and go tell the tellers I'm great
Rocking blue chucks and it got me feeling like Nipsey
Watching for the snakes in the grass cause they moving swiftly
Can't trust a hoe nowadays they getting tricky
Watch out for the suckas they clicking up turning Mickey
White picket fences the gardeners clipping the hedges
That's what I'm manifesting the grind is what we all pledging
Finna make so much money my momma make a percentage
4 By 4 big bodies they lane swerving
Louisiana Rub eating good in back of suburbans
Made so many plays throughout my life I feel like Irving
One of a Kind like KD yes indeed they know for certain
Living check to check they like how is that my flex
Use the extra for my daughter need a different type respect
They know my motivation how we rocking to the neck
Got Killas like Kobe Bryant but Shooters shooting like Steph
Last of a dying bread I don't really know whose up next
Tryna cop the twin turbo that fucker feeling like jets
Flight to New York loose timbs is how I step
But it's still Westside till I die The Side what I rep
They like oh lord this Nigga back and he back to back with the action
Writing lyrics by my lonely I'm the only captain
My family the only team they help me make it happen
Circle smaller than a red dot beam and I ain't Cappin
You know I ain't capping no I acting delirious
I understand the work I put in is so serious
Don't worry bout my next move nigga stop acting curious
Cause imma drop banger after banger all mysterious
Susan Ave flows, like I'm in the 6 way up north
Balling for my dooterz is clearly my only sport
If a sucka ain't rocking with me clearly we know the dorks
Cause I'm insane In the brain and this clearly my second sport
Clearly my second sport and I'm doing it on on a basis
Flow crazy making you picture you in a oasis
Real hip hop coming back lyrics crazy Wayne in 08 shit
Pontiac Torrent to Civic feel like a spaceship
Especially when I get inside the benz
Tunnel Vision to my dreams this shit will never end
T my motivation that's my brother that's my twin
Cause if it wasn't for him man this shit wouldn't begin
I understand this rhyming shit is so complex
I understand everybody dream is a Patek
Reality gon set in those feelings gonna suppress
Love yoself and realize that you still fresh to death
But let me get back to the action and clearly stay in my place
I can't wait to see 100 grand right in my face
Take that shit to the bank deposit it into chase
Take a mill out and go tell the tellers I'm great
Rocking blue chucks and it got me feeling like Nipsey
Watching for the snakes in the grass cause they moving swiftly
Can't trust a hoe nowadays they getting tricky
Watch out for the suckas they clicking up turning Mickey
Credits
Writer(s): Kobe Ordonio
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