Reality of a Dreamworld

[Hook:]
The Realities of my Dreamworld (screwed)
The Realities of my Dreamworld (screwed)
I took some cocaine, i took some propane
I took my brain and took my pain
And put it all on these tracks
And made my dreamgirl

[Verse:]
And thats rap music, thats rap music
Yall only worried bout that trap music
This that "bout to bring that real shit back" music
"Put Charlotte,Carolina on the map" music
No we on baby like I left my whip
When i pulled up at yo bitch crib
Cuz i ran in and out after she dick sipped
Now whats the business? Huh?
Can't nobody ever steal the style of Mr. Van Gogh tho
Cuz i dont got one, i make this shit up as I go ho
Pulling up on low-pros, blowing more smoke
More kicks than dojos, Currency the logo
In the streets like a hobos, taking No-Doz
Til i see the day that my muhfuckin 0's swole
Whoa

[Hook:]
The Realities of my Dreamworld (screwed)
The Realities of my Dreamworld (screwed)
I took my business mind and got on my grind
And took all yall shine and took all these rhymes
And put it all on these tracks
And made my dreamworld

[Verse:]
Funny how the tables turn like Mr. Darnell
Keep some trees on me like the New Car smell
Got immunity just like Cam'Ron
So the work bubble up like a Scantron
And your shit stepped on like the house's stairs
Name a nigga out who quite compares...
RapGod, every track hard
I should record this shit at the House of Prayer
Yea, uh, Can't nobody ever pull the card of Mr. Van Gogh tho
Why?
Cuz i keep this shit 100 & u already know so
We outchea getting more dough
And yall no-shows wifin' old hoes
Claim you blowing loud but ain't really got no O's
And my dough folds
Til the day that the fiends keep they muhfuckin nose closed
Whoa

[Hook:]
The Realities of my Dreamworld (screwed)
The Realities of my Dreamworld (screwed)
Half these artists ain't half as gifted
RapGod, i gotta talk the scriptures
Verbal van Gogh, let me paint the picture

[Verse:]
So we woke up in a mansion nigga
In a bed with 4 or 5 dancers nigga
They say "you sold more records than Hanson nigga"
Ugly dude but the money made you handsome nigga
Gotta watch what you say cuz its too many listening
Even with these lyrics im too gifted
It Ain't about the rhymes Sometimes my nigga
U gotta speak this shit into existence
Uh, weed pearled, layed back thinking this is Heaven
Woke up in real life to an A7
Test drove the 911
RapGod the reverend, my reality is still a dreamworld
Uh, wrist rose gold, worth a Volvo
Fuck the po-po, keep the 4-4 and u know so
Sipping Rose Mo' count more rolls in a Rolls tho
Couldn't fathom how you niggas getting ghost tho
Whoa