Dreams

Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, I'ma do it like this Yeah

27, still getting it, and I'm lyrical killing shit
MC's want me to jump ship, won't ever love you until you RIP
And the body bag zips
Fuck whoever got a problem with me
I'ma get rich or die tryin' like a motherfucker hang with 50
They think you weak when you sensitive in your rhymes
And don't talk about nines or committing mad crimes
Half of you rappers cappin', you gave it a nice try
I'm spittin' about my life, I'm really livin' this guy

Look in the mirror, be what you are
You don't need to hit the charts to be a bright star
Fuck model bitches or show off a nice car
Yeah, it's nice, but niggas respect who you are
If you come correct, don't blow smoke like a cigar
The game hold my legacy when it's au revoir, yeah
Tryin' to find God in a world of broken dreams
And tryin' to figure out really what my life means
Lately my faith has been ripping up at the seams
Seems I might crack, I take everything too extreme
I need to step back and calm down
Chill, Tre, please, yo, come back to Earth now
Followin' dreams make me feel like a man now
Feel some type of way when girls blow up the phone now
I'm focused on my future, tryin' to rack up a hundred thousand
Yeah the fact that God behind me makes this sweeter
Stream the music cause they know it's flammable like ether
Fakes I can't stand, don't expect that we cool either
That's why I'm fixing to change my fuckin' car to a two-seater
Don't trust half you niggas

I've wild out at college parties like Kappa niggas
Dancin' on a table, white girls, they sandwich a nigga
No MJ, but they were some thrillers
We exchange one another like I'm Bryson Tiller
And some girls wanna act like they bigger
Just because they got money and all the dudes wanna hit her
She ghosted me when I treated her like a winner
For another dude who treated her like Hitler
So when y'all break up, please don't add a nigga
Y'all actin' goofy like Ben Stiller, quit
And don't come through with that cryin' on my shoulder shit
It turned cold and iced over real quick
I have a feelin' that I'm a bag a dope chick
Maybe take a knee for her like I'm Kaepernick
I'll give my all if the feelings right
Honestly, used to dream of what she'd be like
Haven't met her yet, but already so psyched
To maintain her, I won't have to put up a fight
Different from my gen, cause I write what I feel like
Let me be me, please, uh
Really bout stackin' my cheese
And I know how it feels to have nothin' to eat
Been fired, my last 600 was for rent and heat
Thank God, cause I was almost livin' on the streets
Don't wanna stress no more, yeah, yeah

Don't wanna stress no more
I been tryna kick my foot through the door
To live a better life, yeah, I want more
To live a better life, yeah, I want more (do this no more)

Forgive me if this just seems like a long rant
This is therapeutic, dawg, this where my head's at
Man, I gotta give props up to my dad Matt
For always takin' care and raisin' me up to be a man
Growin' up now I'm your biggest fan
Took a step where you just could've ran
But I guess God gave you much plans
And finally, Deon, I'm just really glad
We can start fresh, so let's hold nothin' back
It's all love, but now I feel
I feel like I'm fallin' just like tin cans
You can feel my sensitivity like Tresvant
Mom's talkin' that she's in need of a transplant
That's my best friend God, please don't take her back
I just- I can't

Even though it feels like I've died on the inside
I gotta stay strong on the outside
Gotta keep truckin' even though I'm really tired
Lost kids lookin' up to me because they feel inspired
When they see what I became, let me explain
Used to feel lost, too, with no sense of direction, dude
Everywhere I go, I had a bad attitude
And depression really killed my fuckin' mood
Until I woke up and entertainment is what I wanna do
Now I'm tryna see it all through, yeah
Yeah I want more