In My Dreams

Big shit popping
My niggas down with that drama
All my thirds be motion
We moving get every comma
Flatbush was a war zone
But that's how I built up my honor
Gotta know both sides of the spectrum
That be knowledge
Can't be roaming misguided
Fist fighting with your own conscious nigga
Quit wilding can't trust that pilot nigga
Never idle move like the time is ticking
Slave to no religion know the light within the prism, uh

Kush got me dizzy
My mind state on a milly
My grind be on a billy
Know the universe will hear me
Blowing smoke look like chimney
Making toasts with shots of henny
I remember days no food or drink was in my belly
Now nigga eating plenty huh
She gone hit the telly
When I pull up dripping heaving huh
On a higher level homie you ain't in my caliber
This that raw talent like a crack head at a talent show
And I dont think you got it bro