Writing Life

They said when you write shit down you are no longer dreaming or fantasising, you are setting goals. I just wanted the world so here it goes aight?

My life is a fantasy,
Fucking unatainable
Writing it down, this shit is fucking incredible
Was on my mind I am day dreaming
Worked hard so now I am really fucking living
Was in the slums broke, with no hope, fantacising
Fast cars and pretty women
But all I see is hooptees, hoes and ghetto living
Mansions and Yatchs beyond Happy thoughts
Wondering if dreams is all the shit money bought
Look at when you dream some try to kill
Cant let that stop your undying will
Understood nothing but the money, really funny
Now you writing so now you really living

Came to the rap game to spit rhymes
niggas in the skies want to stop mines
but i; reherse the verses; so call in the hurses
cause i spit death in all my fucking lines and verses.
Head first is,
The Mc who ever dissess
The worst is,
colorful lingo and curses
one 9 in their lines verses every calibre in Mines
Like Uzi, Ak, Tek Nines
50 Cal, I gotti, Shotty, 16, m4 Shorter carbine
who gotti to ya body like their name is Goddi
No matter just scatter
Your Brains, your Lungs your Liver
squeezing close range not missing
you got to be mad, tell me who it is you really fucking dissing
I squeeze death not triggers,
Pussies know I aint sweet, so they squeeze niggas
Dont even look shook cathing my hooks
Good luck, you might get yourself a mother fucking gun butt, but
After the butting is the slaying, Death blasting Ak singing
Defacating; Men women and children.
All Around the place is funeral faces.
Music to the ears hearing Shell Cases
Dead Mcs in all kind of places.
I want to;
be like the terminator
change my life up became the motherfucking governator.
Right Now I am the rhyme-a-rater
rhyme-a-rating sharp like rhyme-razor.
precision shit like a rhyme-lazer
Haters cant phase the rhyme-attainer
I Rhyme greater.
Like the rhyme-a-nati who can stop me.
I rhyme light, I rhyme bright, haters in the building know I rhyme tight.
The Rhyme Battle? This lock G
Got glocks in the crew you rhyme-locking
like you shot stopping,
hammer back gats cocking
verdicts in, chalk lines, wrong lines, I spit crimes.
This bought this fantasy life of mines.
That is why i am illing
And now I am really chilling
Everybody knows now I am really in the caribean
writing it down and getting it on.

My life is a fantasy fucking unattainable
writing it down this shit is fucking incredible
Was on my mind fuck I am day dreaming
Worked hard so now I am really fucking living
Was in the slums broke, with no hope, fantacising
Fast cars and pretty women
But all I see is hooptees, hoes and ghetto living
Mansions and Yatchs beyond Happy thoughts
Wondering if dreams is all the shit money bought
Look at when you dream some try to kill
Cant let that stop your undying will
Understood nothing but the money, really funny
Now you writing so now you really living