[Intro: Skit]
- You're a dreamer. Too much money is bad for dreamers
- So he tried to pay me in flattery, telling me that I am a dreamer. Well, I do dream. Dreams that could never guess
- You're nerves are fried, doc. Now calm down, get a grip on yourself. You've been working too hard on your formula
- Formula...That's but child's play for great scientists. You're brain is too feeble to conceive what I accomplished in the name of science
- You've made some great scientific discovery. What is it?
- When you find out, it'll be too late for you
- Oh come, doc. You can't pretend to control a man's destiny
- I've already proved it
[Verse: Aaron Rose]
I was a youngin', pants under the waist, tryna locate
Who I really am, comin' of age, stuck in the maze
Start a [?], tryna progress
Meditated with the flow to demonstrate who the best
But y'all don't feel me
I came up, never change up
But everyone else chasing the fame to get there chains up
I'm tryna live on like 47 acres
n*ggas study me, but my business ain't there major, I cut classics
Still at the top of class, school of hard knocks, I passed it
Everlasted, never understood your failure
In the reservoir, my dogs we all gods
They say we go to Heaven, Hell knocking on my door
I raise up with the razor, Funk 50 the Devil
From his horns to his jaw
We sound the trumpet off even near death
You're near death, pus*y-killer, never fear breasts
I ear wreck like a stand-up n*gga, I am
You keep the record spinning so you still, my fan
I steer with the whip, but still shot, give 'em tints for fun
But don't stare at the son n*gga, my time's begun
They took a daylight saving, over Corleone
Never ever reach a playlist, n*gga, I must've made it
'Cause if you really hate then I'm doing something greater
I spit with my team so the cheese meet the greater
[Outro]
Too much money is bad for dreamers
Dreaming of something new?