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Hey I got a in a dream
But its all a n-gga got so its about that
And im all up in that
Hey

1]
Yeah the mental state of a young genius conflicted
The fast life I done seen on the is addictive
Money and clothes I dreamed about
And all the hoes that I about
Ey tell me am I wrong for visualizing material shit I had
Waving gats of flags the American dream
Why do we cling to the
Knowing they
My high enough to swaing from the ceiling
Ink the pen spilling on my notebook
Filled dreams, this is my whole book
Still the screams from girls shot and killed fill my on a daily
At times I question God can you blame me can't tame me?
My voice screech through the Im a beast on em
Oh no he not fold you will not see a priest on him
He will not slip or lose his grip got them cleats on em
But never he run unless you call police on em

One time, two times, three
Sometimes I scrap sometimes Im throwin up the peace
Its two sides to a though
I said Its two to a n-gga yo
Ey look sometimes im feeling
im feeling low
Lord will I die will I survive let a know
You say you know me but side did you get to know?
Its two sides to a yo yo yo

2]
Yeah some pussy n-ggas put out on me and my
Wasn't for the pistol we drop em right there where he
But still we never ran foolish pride us stand right there
Not understanding we could lose our there
And then the hit us, thinking bout the close calls from long
Ugh as lil in the Ville we was trippin
Type of nose ass niggas to watching the fight until its
They ran when the gatts came out, I closer
Foolish what was I thinking? trying to be cool its
Just the thrill of the danger get so up with anger
When a stranger get to
He sleeping on me wide awake, bitch i,ll him
Im tired of wait on my out this mothaf-cka
Hope they kill me before I get up out this mothaf-cka
I go,
Now can I be n-gga I thought I was? I gotta know
Will I it like I thought I would? I gotta blow

3]
Yeah I seen heaven, hell
The two of the Ville
One dreams, the other sides real
One side schemes, the side deals
What the pain brings mother cry still
Why the f-ck am I God?
That n-gga died why the f-ck am I still
I feel ashamed cause the good done brought all this success to me
And all I to focus on is all this stress on me
homie we breathin
Cold world got me
Wrote when I was broke so hey I guess we even
Though it blows fighting demons trying to from bustin semen
In an unfamiliar bitch I know my n-ggas this shit
How could I her raw? And I just met the hoe
My dick took over it never felt this wet before
Im stressing in my but its way to late to stop it
this shit so bad, I had a condom in my pocket
Lets the topic
Before I go
I'm so alert, riding 95
Naw I aint finna to go to
I'm headed back home aint that long
I'm chasing shawty im paying back loans
I'm paying dues that a paying tax on
Im tryina blow like a n-gga playing
Im playing to another n-ggas daughter
don't worry even Jesus never saw his real
I don't me at all though
say it don't bother me
They got me thinking my mom though
Man I cant wait to sing this song I be like, I be

Hey cry hey ohh no
We gotta worry bout the money no more
We aint worry bout how them bill get paid
We aint gotta how the meals get fed
Hey cry hey ohh no
We aint gotta bout the money no more
We aint gotta worry bout how bill get paid
We aint gotta worry how the get fed
Hey Hey Hey