Dream (feat. Kilo Ky)

Ayy Kilo Ayy man I ain't wanna really get too into it but I wanna touch some lil subjects you know it might get a lil touchy for people But I don't really give a f*ck though And I'm a lil musty in the studio We ain't talkin bout that Ha Thought I'd conversate about some shit that I go through Granny always told me son, patience is a virtue But that was after my conscience was late past curfew Remember being re-po'd from them people off curlew Look how much that I grew 8c to a size 2 Promises of painting it green, if the sky blue Cause I knew Most of these leashes deadly, swine flu Haiku Had to mention made man sickness Put some shit in the forefront now the background missing I ain't scrambling I'm going the distance Failure to mention That I'm moving with the upmost intention So bear witness To an artist with his craftsmanship Well knitted Outfitted for the take on pressure Man I measure the heavenly standards So god bless him I was made for this type of warfare so don't go there Before it starts they gone end this career Give me your ears Wish my nephew had did it instead of hanging with peers So he won't end up with a couple of years No tears cause his moms don't care And I feel it That shit hit a lil different When the love from your mother not a feeling It ain't shown, it ain't thrown, it ain't given Now you alone without a home, so you tripping I don't think they even care when I'm missing Vibing all alone, giving distance So I can make some better decisions Follow my difference From them people who be claiming they living Im really in it Cant recall any fucks that was given Thats slick pimping Sheesh Another piece to my puzzle, may not get to see My history created bitch like tendencies Creating statements just awaiting just to hinder me From being me The greatest father they could ever see Now talk to me Its just me and tha craftsmen They been asking for it So I had to floor it They pass us the torch Now it's flames, what I got in store An arsonist boy When I drop just to burn your door 7 city boy But the voice travel round the world they say my rap's are pure Im the last of a dying breed, it's fewer and fewer of us, nigga Still applying pressure, I'm the type to pull some nigga Not a gun, but a bad one to chill with a nigga Man y'all gotta relax I got my own vices, I know what it's like to relapse I left rap, but the drugs brought me back Aint that a bitch, I don't even like to listen to beats, without a spliff I like to drift away Risk it all Chips fall where they may I get involved and I involved in it all with M.I.A Now they begging for the drops, it's just supply and demand They wait for the man Its like I got them all in the trans Thats why it's family, not fans I swear that I'm locked in If Ky ain't make your list, well then it's f*ck your top ten Want me boxed in like phone booth, forgot I'm Clark Kent Them niggas made a lot of money and aint make no art since My words don't mix, I don't miss My words don't mix, I don't miss