When the Dream Works

Yeah
Ugh
Yeah
How you wake up in a shit mood when so blessed
That’s like going to the gym and not doing the full reps
Life kicked me down so much a man is no threat
If the vibe ain’t right I’m prone to just go left
I don’t count favors nah nah nah I count blessings
You’ll be crucified for your opinions before your true intentions
Loose lips sink ships, but I prefer to burn bridges
No use for one if it brings me to desert settings
Put my hands out turned out to be my worst bettings
Done some favors for motherfuckers that were pure jealous
They won’t fuck with you till you on, and once you on
They claim you ain’t the same as before, well yeah that was me when I was broke
And this is me without the stitch
Some people calling me arrogant before I had confidence
Some people calling me childish while the sole man of house and shit
All got inner animals waiting to come out of us
Daily like that cause daily could be our apocalypse
Popping shit like Pac in the flyers jersey I’ll rock your shit
Off my rocker, on my shit but know I’m getting off your bitch
And even if I’m riding solo on my fucking mobbing shit
My father told me at younger age
You ever kill someone I’ll help you dig the fucking grave
That’s when I knew my family built different
We stand on our two feet we never duck and spray or Run away
We got the K, but the dot end on you like Kendrick’s change of name
That bitch claiming we cuffed it’s only been a couple days
Last girl I did wrong she wished me the truly worst
So that’s the fucking vibes I’m battling in the universe
As a kid I felt truly cursed, now I’m feeling truly blessed
Put you in a burial sight if on me you doing dirt
From an aerial sight I view this earth, we shooting works
From a birds eye view on the moon when the dream works
Yeah
We just chilling
Mobbing in the studio and shit
2021 Till Infinity
Italian Made a hundred k, Counting pay; saying grace
Talent weighs another way, Scale’ll break you featherweights
All that gonna summon hate, No one gunning for a lame
Even if you managed to take me down still above your grade
Yeah
I ain’t ever lose a friend just enemies in sheep clothes
They should be ready for all the smoke like pre rolls
Like the sopranos cause high notes I just reach those
Gunning for the c notes, ducking distractions
How I defeat lows I mentally balance out
When serotonin levels readily counting down
I can’t find one of them bitches fuck it what’s the difference
Winning on the side while essentially counted out
While being crazy fuck it name one genius that ain’t
There ain’t no pension plan for leaders so imma talk my shit
You’ll die penniless but they’ll praise you when you dead
Rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I’m not
And this skinny ginuea bastard talking shit is what you got
Fans in Italy dm me saying I’m the shit
And I gotta google translate to understand what they said — fuck
Yeah
Grazie grazie
Arrivederci bitches