95

[Intro]
Can I make a million off this rap shit is it real
Can I have a dream just to have shit is it real
Why I gotta love those who hate me is it real
Friends ain’t been friends lately Is it

[Verse 1 - Nate Joel]
My momma like the Virgin Mary to the game of rap
Send seven figures to my niggas back in Tamarack
I'm never vibin with the violence it'll kill ya dreams
A bank account with big amounts is all my niggas need

I'm still the illest rapping on the mic
A couple 16's, a black queen could change ya life
And check ya people if they slipping up
And make these labels go to war to get a piece of us nothing will ever be enough
I
Knew it was written since I wrote it myself
I
Told em to listen now I'm wishing them well
I
Spend every dollar just to double it back
I
Put on for niggas that don't put on an act
A man of God the blood of Christ is flowing through my veins
A Gemini since 95 it's time to shake the game
When love is real I can appreciate it
Mom don't make enough so all my niggas need to make it

I got the Midas flow
Most rappers I know should've stopped a long time ago
You want it and haven't worked for something
Don't want no calls from any distant cousins once they see the music buzzin
Who you hate is who you really lovin

Rockin Sully with my latest chain
I want the fortune and I want the fame
Clothes for every kid whenever seasons change
My pen is perfect I take pride in this
And I would die for this
I wish my brother Joey was alive this

It’s Nate Joel if you can't tell I'm here to shine
My palms itching what y'all missing is me and mine
A lot of women come and go because the feelings fade
Don’t ever see me moving up and say you should've stayed

I'm still writin, I'm still rhyming, I'll never stop
They still biting, they still lying, they'll never pop
Me and pops ain't eye to eye his vision is off
Talking money niggas barely be talking at all

I have a dream for black kings to live like it
Take my family to Ivory Coast when I feel like it
Bury me in a coffin full of accomplishments
I see the skill in my cadence killin ya confidence

I left the city
My demons still out to get me
I'm separating the fam from the niggas who ain't been with me, really
I rock a necklace while I aim for ya throat
They do the hanging themselves
I just dangle the rope, and still

It's 9,5 till there's flowers on me
Move sideways and slide off me
This shit ain't my hobby
I need a reason we can raise our glass
Leaves dimes in the bed while we count this cash, I mean
Nothing's easy we just work the hardest
Religious say they worship God then they try to kill you off regardless
I dream of unity for you and me
You fiend for women and jewelry none of that shit is new to me

[Chorus - Keith Buxton]
To catch a quick mill that won’t be enough
And once I get there I won’t give it up
Say it’s all on me
Time to give it everything
I just gotta be
I just gotta make it

[Verse 2 - Keith Buxton & Nate Joel]
Dreamt of sold out shows with a flow so cold everywhere I go don’t nobody know

Yeah
But they will find out
These black kings wear crowns but we still cry out
For some love or some peace
I spend my days in the East
I’m really the golden child no silver spoon when I eat
Look
The one and only ain’t the only one
I put the work in till I tell my niggas know we won right

[Chorus - Keith Buxton]
So I pray to God that we beat the odds
And I will not miss when I get my shot
And they stay around cause I hold it down like the best in town going pound for pound

Ain’t no stressing cause I’m only getting better
Don’t worry cause it’s not a long way
Just know that I’m putting all the work in
Won’t stop till they all know my name

To catch a quick mill that won’t be enough
And once I get there I won’t give it up
Say it’s all on me
Time to give it everything
I just gotta be
I just gotta make it