LIM80

I had a dream
Ghosting in a limo
That fog evergreen
Fogging up the window
With like 5-6 bimbos
Whatever y'all prefer
But ill be stuck in limbo
I'm running chasing my wildest dreams
My wildest dreams it's the wildest wild

(Come on)
(Whatcha ready for? okay)
If this was all a dream, would you imagine?
(Whatcha ready for? okay)
If this was reality, would you imagine?
Imagine
Magin

(Uh huh)
(Check)

Feeling this new tape's gonna be escape
From 4.5s, Tech 9s, bullets fly out the case
In my dreams
I can use the shells to create
With my themes
I'm flying out to thrash an estate
All the icons look at me grounded
Be on top of the mountain
Could I do it without them?
Swans pass the don
Started oozing a fountain
Pennies for my thoughts
Might need a stream accountant the way im
Cooking up this million-dollar dream
So these hoes can slide in my pipe dreams
Hit her with the might
So tight she might scream
Might just hit her with the ice
And make the ice cream
I lost my mind
The first time I got high
Lil mayne turn 6 foot 7 when
I lost my mind
Apologize for the man arise
Cause I've been pissing off my reverend
Tryna get the money and the bag
For the hell of it
Fuck being a better man
That shit turned irrelevant since I lost my mind
It's somewhere out there stranded

In my dreams
I can feel my pockets fill to capacity
In my dreams
I wont have to mourn the death of a casualty
In my dreams
It feels so simple, feels so simple than this
In my dreams
I can turn this shit to reality

(And we back?)

I had a dream some cash would up the staff
They'll thrash and smash a path
And dash on my behalf to
Slash humans in half
So if you got a problem with the math
Go double it up and ditch the class
Wolf in the pack before I got that loan
I can build my dream home right upside my dome
I be chilling in the throne heh heh
That's so funny
The only reason I be rhyming and be trying into make money
That's what the homies and the hoes show love to
Just money

And imma get it

So every time a nigga take a shot I'm gonna net it
Flying out to Vegas
Shots to faces
See if I can bet it all
Shots in the dark, see if I can set it off
Cop the brella' Royce and frame it on the acapellas
Live my life inside a lie, if I gas on the peddle, I'm not letting off
Until the engine shot down
Even then I'm jetting off
Cause I can't wake up back to minimum
I move the world in my sleep
The R.E.M. SINEMA

Ego's a deep hole
But I can bunny hop it in my dreams so
I can money hop a couple zeros
Use it as a bail, being locked in validation
Complaints is a swipe on the pride, could I die?
Maybe then I can sit on the throne as the mic mister
And spit a 32 while I'm laying that pied piper
I blast, then I comatose
Then I escort
Live my life in luxury limbo while my life's on support
Bitch Please
If you tryna throw away the cheese, and fuck up my dreams?
You getting creamed
I'm getting to mines by any means
You think I won't crash and smash everything to smithereens
Ain't you hearing me?
If Riud is chilling in his private owned building
The Fam is chilling? then what more can I say
Be the fool who tries to take it away
Because my niggas gonna spray until your decay

(Well, does that mean, the fight over? no no that's just the end of round ONE)

We just started aint you forgot?
We just started aint you... (Come one)