Dreams
 

We aint even /
god fist to ya chest now the whole scenes reeling /
I been a man not given much but a car
but I made it better wishin on the sun N stars
Mostly I've been grippin tech weapons correct
filled ya flesh and I was satisfied with being the best
I'm hot as july in the game how could I fail to fly
See'n me getting higher in my raps till my talent is dry
Nope! I aint goin decend from my height that I gots
Ghetto style till I run rap and I have to be a boss
Grant me my 3 wishes I need to be alive
So high - the evidence is clear that I rise
Its do or die like a tendency for suicide
The truth stands that I aint goin kill myself
I'ma playboy how could I not feel myself
Soldier goin free the world I wish in
Bringin brothas to the mat tappin out in the submission
My skills is over coated wit dreams to be a rolla
I took this rap controlla
and became the soldier
that puts the kill count on the world posta (poster)
Yo! Ya feinds can't seem to see the glory
of a felon that breached the system before fourty
I've seen most / but they aint got what I made in a day
I might burn ya yet I can't control fire anyway