Dreams

[Verse 1]
Yo, Gift of Gab
Sultan of the slickest back
Droppin' something heavy
Tip your richter back
Live and direct
I bet the scripture make your picture crack
All in HD
Cowboys, Killahs, Diplomats
Ladies, Lord sluking loner from the A
We got a good thing going
But for confirmation
Let's just the studio audience
Amen
On the pulpit, talking bullshit
Selling dreams
Pulling wool lids on lil' kids
And grown folk, I
So it seems we've been sold
Selling dreams, visions
Whatchu be seeing?
Feeling like water off this DMT
Beaut-i-full like EZ P's
Mind blowing
Straighten out your beady beads
Hot coma
You 'bout to love it
Stockholmin' Syndrome Puppets

So in love with this bullshit
Play me some bullshit
Play that new bullshit
That's my shit
Finna smoke this little weed while I blast my shit

[Verse 2]
Frankly, I'm getting tired of the bullshit
How does one stay inspired from the bullshit?
You run yo city, but you never leave your neighborhood
That's like popping addys
Getting wired just to bullshit
Uh
I mean, our dreams ain't no different
Money, Good living, but in all my dreams I get it
I don't dream about a lemon
You be dreaming tryna get yourself a fixed plate
You be dreaming 'bout your sixth straight mixtape
Fuck yo mixtape!
Fuck yo dreams
You peaked at 15
You should of quit in the tenth grade!
Fuck yo dream
Fuck yo dream
Fuck yo dream
Aye

[Verse 3]
Fuck you mean?
You don't fuck with Crown homie?
I be in the lounge, but I don't lounge homie
That's an all day grind 'til it's ground
No sleep
Yeah, whatchu call that?
Dedication, right?
All I see is these walls and these lights keep flashing
Kaleidoscope and these killers out here is speak- keep clashing
I write and I smoke
Smoke then I write
In no particular order
Create the rhythm
Slay the rhythm
Tipple and brick the mortars
And I don't take orders
I abide them laws of life
The bars of life
Food for thought
True, by the wisdom teeth
And the jaws of life
So baby get it how you get it
I can't judge
I just pray yo game and goods don't result in the loss of life
But that's a dream
Third eye pimpin'
And I'm hoeing out jewels every word I mention
You need to cop some gator slippers
And a mink smuggie
And get some beauty sleep
'Cause you know God don't like ugly-
Sweet Dreams!

[Outro]
Luke, Chapter 22
Verses 21 through 23
But behold, the hand, the one betraying me
Is with mine, on the table
For indeed the Son of Man is going
As it has been determined
But woe to that man by whom he is betrayed
And they began to discuss among themselves
Which one of them it may be
Who was going to do this thing