Selling Dreams, Not Drugs

I don’t sell drugs, I sell dreams Exclusive tunes, I call it supreme A lot on my mind need to let off the steam Too many fakes, it’s not what it seems Love to the fam cause they keep it sweet My dad is a geez and I feel like Gene, They’re mixing the chip with the cookies it’s nothing like Treatz or Creams I make her cream from the way that I treat her Jhene Aiko for demeanour I give her the wood but its nothing like cedar I was eager to jeet her Got her singing baby like Justin Bieber From the way that she rides man I might have to seed her But I stay on my grind cause I know she a skeezer Look after the yutes and do it like Tracy Beaker Can’t wait till I blow like a Minecraft creeper They blow loud in the ends on the block like they’re blasting a speaker If I don’t rate you, you can’t hop on a feature More time i'm producing tunes cause it’s cheaper My flow's unique barely time for a breather And the boys look up to me leading my ting and I feel like Caesar I’m running it something like Julius Caesar Bringing pumps to your car but they don’t need diesel listen They’ll bring pumps to your car but they don’t need diesel Back in the day, I used to rock Diesel She think she a keeper nothing like Friedel Flying birds to the seaside doing up seagulls With my writing, I’ll soon be on radio something like Jeremy Beadle You’re buying doo tubes I’m busy buying some beats from YouTube Flowing on BPMs and shelling on loops Hitting the flows and I call it abuse That man is a bitch and I call him Bruce Got my boy as my manager that is my bruce Learning curves but I know that we’ll bloom This winters cold where’s my Canada Goose? They sway with the sticks in the daylight, like an afternoon in canoes When I’m writing bars got a cup of the booze I know man who can’t deal with the weed and the fumes It's got them talking to trees like they’re chatting to Groot And my lyrics are better than most of the man who come from my roots It's got me sweeping the scene with the broom It’s got me sweeping the scene with the broom It's got me sweeping the scene with the broom It’s got me sweeping the scene with the broom I don’t sell drugs, I sell dreams Exclusive tunes, I call it supreme A lot on my mind, need to let off the steam Too many fakes, it’s not what it seems Love to the fam cause they keep it sweet My dad is a geez and I feel like Gene, They’re mixing the chip with the cookies it’s nothing like Treatz or Creams