Dreams
No flaw, yes flow’s my forte
Hustle like all day, my food plate
indication the dude's great
I move crowds
Wasn't destined to move weight
No rappers getting left
hope you are hearing me right
Tell me “break a leg”
I end up doing twice, get a wheel chair
They spitting for the sake
man I'm spitting for welfare
The ghetto need help here
they feeling neglected
Know there's some things
I can solve with a record
so I spit my heart out
Like I'm trying to wreck it
