Quarantine Dreams

Dear Heavenly Father
I felt I should take this time out to let you know how appreciative I am for
everything you’ve done for me throughout these past few months
You’ve done took me from unknown to renowned
We’ve been selling out shows
You’ve allowed me to bring the whole city together on multiple occasions
without no violence
You’re blessing me and my woman with a baby girl
I wish D-Trey could see it (Oh my god)
But I know he up ther with you right now helping you
I just wanna let you know I appreciat you for allowing me to prosper during a
time like this
Through it all
I can say I’m truly blessed
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, turn the 'tar up a little bit
I’ma just talk my shit for a little bit, you know?
I ain’t gonna be too long
I hope they feel it
Slangin' iron, now he think he gangsta
He been rollin' 'round totin' bangers
Same nigga since he had a razor
Levi’s, flip-phone and pager
51, put it on the radar
All my neighbors say I am the savior
Greater later, I’ve been stackin' paper
Josh Jacobs, ballin' like the Raiders
I don’t fuck with strangers, one up in the chamber
Spray a nigga like I was a painter
Stayed down 'til a nigga came up
Bop-bop-bop, put his brain up
Lil' nigga better put his chain up
Baby girl, let’s go to Venezuela
Niggas jockin', but they know they ain’t us
Glock 33, Danny Granger
Glock 33, Scottie Pippen
No emotions when that chopper spittin'
'Member, I ain’t have no pot to piss in
Taekwondo the way them diamonds hittin'
I know niggas do a lot of snitchin'
I’m just tryna get a lot of riches
Broke-ass nigga can’t get my attention
And neither can you, all these body bitches
Remember when granny had got on my ass
'Cause a nigga was thuggin', was skippin' his classes
I had me a Glizzy inside of my jacket
I’m breakin' attendance if niggas want static
I was slangin' a pack while you had you a pack
We was playin' with MACs, you was playin' with magnets
If he beef on the status, that nigga a faggot
She pretty and ratchet, her face in the mattress
I’m missin' my daddy, this shit is so tragic
These niggas be jackin', that’s 'bation and mastur-ing
That’s mastur-the-bation, these niggas be hatin'
V8 in the coupe and I don’t do no racin'
Lil' baby, I’m horny, I don’t want relations
These niggas informants, they be at the station
I’m the child of the church, but I’m hangin' with Satan
These niggas be talkin', I hear what they sayin', oh, no
Slangin' iron, now he think he gangsta
He been rollin' 'round totin' bangers
Same nigga since he had a razor
Levi’s, flip-phone and pager
51, put it on the radar
All my neighbors say I am the savior
Greater later, I’ve been stackin' paper
Josh Jacobs, ballin' like the Raiders
I don’t fuck with strangers, one up in the chamber
Spray a nigga like I was a painter
Stayed down 'til a nigga came up
Bop-bop-bop, put his brain up
Lil' nigga better put his chain up
Baby girl, let’s go to Venezuela
Niggas jockin', but they know they ain’t us
Glock 33, Danny Granger
Project 51, you know?
I was gon' name it Untitled 51, but shit, I’m in the projects and it’s 51,
fifty-first
Real Nitty baby
TFG shit, June
Bullets ain’t got no name
Yes sir, most definitely
Yes sir
Junior, Junior
Junior
Junior