Dream is Back (feat. War)

Pops said the dream was gone But it's back with me Just tryna kill beats These niggas merely casualties The young black boy A.k.a the crack boy Help raised the dice boy A.k.a the rap boy Work Mickey Dees Lil nigga please I rather spit 16s And run with niggas Who won't flinch Put you inna ditch Rip a nigga spleen If you see me and flee Big skooch and P Lil nigga better hide ya queen I promise She Chose up the moment she Seen a lil nigga cheese She walk up to me Showin all 32 Baby girl Whatchu tryna do Tryna Set me Up Have yo nigga wet me up Baby girl I'm not a fool Done seen too many niggas Walk the green mile All behind a fat ass and a nice smile Thinking that she yours When the Y is silent T-U up Now you tryna put the v up in violence I guess I seen too many stories end that way And I'll be damned if those my final pages My dream I belong on stages Tell they ass the dream is back Yes the dream is back Almost every man round me sold weed or crack Trap was weighing up when he was tellin me to rap In job interviews with jeans Never catch me in no slacks I could never be corporate F*ck goin on Oprah No interviews wit Gayle King Could never be silenced I wont kiss no fucking ring I come from sharecroppers Motherfuck a Oscar A grammy or whatever A source award was better Pops had to get his cream up So he picked the triple beam up But he had to give the dream up Damn where did that leave us Youngin grabbed the baton Like Michael the Corleone Crown heavy still put it on Had to take over as Don Moms straight that's all I want I'll Have that done before I'm gone The world so heavy on my shoulders Put the fam on my forearm Kaoz came before War I'm just here to show that the War is done Not a signs that time is over Just showing what's more to come I'm not tryna get rich Tryna radicalize the slums R.I.P Chairman Fred Shoutout Junior and Farrakhan And that's it man I'm done I'm done