Niggas dream of a triple beam, my dreams lead to a murder scene.
I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen
Yet unable to pay for cable in my dreams
They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets
I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor
The pitter-patter of young feet enough to end the chatter
Time to open my first eye and see dreams
Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks
On my family’s hate for the young boy they raised.
Ima lay it down and have myself a taste
Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well
The boy who had tasted the heights of heaven itself fell to the deepest pits of hell
I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby
I express my dreams when im engraving my text , the pens intense to me
I ain't just rapping, i can make it happen
Love to me wasn't fun, i didn't know love when i was young,
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