[Intro]
I had a dream about me dreamin' that I woke up
I had a dream about us dreamin' and we woke up
I had a dream about us dreamin' and we woke up
The world woke up, get your work up
[Verse 1: Bishop Lamont]
Yup I'm going in, this will cost you cold ten
It's been exhaustin on the journey avoidin' the coffin
Finally I'm a win
But once you win could be gone with the wind
No telling when so I always got an encore like Win
Never been a fan to drop this sh*t just for the hell of it
n*gga I'm the truth, I forever stay relevant
Don't keep up with the Jones', nor the Kardashians
Jim's a scratch n*gga, I give a f*ck about the fashion
You and Mr Charles have read the chaws of takeout
Laugh at you n*ggas on me, give you takeout
I'm nice man, I'm Tyson before the wife-o start to like him
I mean my main agreement a lie, gon shoot me now some Vicodin
Yo plastic wrap is not even worth recyclin'
I often dream of Alicia Keys, Cezarine Dikin
[Hook]
Think that you can do what I do how I do what I does
But you can't and you still wishin you could
Engine no. 9, n*ggas jet I'm feelin' fine
Pretty swell, sick as ever, fly as hell how I get it
They probly struggling and jugglin, regurgitatin a bunch of lame sh*t
Not me ah ah, I got the pain
b*tch turn me up until you almost blow your system
Hands up, hands up, see what y'all been missin'?
[Verse 2: Bishop Lamont]
n*gga I'm a G like you see in masonic lodges
f*ck you rapper Rogers, hold me up Benk Bunk Rogers
Line for line ahead of my time
I guess that makes me a premie
I've been right, never walkin about when you see me
Market type is both Bane and the dark knight
My excise precise I put a slice through your wind pipe
No hype, I'm really that f*ckin' I'll
You in shock like watchin' MTV and plug loadin hell
Rebel swell, I raise hell, I'll start a riot
Buy a bunch of bath salts and get them little kids to try it
I'm ignorant, belligerent and overly too confident
Congerian Jameson until I start to vomit
I dry heave, I might bleed but I'm right back drinkin
I know you like what the f*ck is he thinkin
[Hook]
[Outro]
Aye Bishop why you tryna act like you're just a smooth boy on some smooth sh*t?
You know you a spam enchilada eatin'
Pork chop sauce j*rkin chicken, finger lickin'
Purple drink drinkin' motherf*cker like the rest of us
We ain't even tryna hear that sh*t from you
The next song better be hard motherf*cker
Oh yea, know what I mean?
We got some tortillas coming at ya
Dig that?