[Verse 1 - Rising $un]
(It was all a dream)
I used to read Word-Up Magazine
Now I'm smoking DMT, and weed up in my limousine
My sixteens make kids sick like histamines
They say the boy spitting fire -
I'm just spitting gasoline
Because i ain't blown yet
Til the guillotine wants my head, i ain't gon' sweat -
And when the police come i am a silhouette
Quarantine my rhymes, they so ill they put dogs to the vet
We far from good, Momma still payin' rent
We still gotta struggle in the hood, no vents
On the rap game i still gotta make my indent
And know i ain't about malicious intent
I ain't gonna commit crimes, for dimes that's sh**
I'd rather rap circles -
Global homies - get lit
Doin shows to make my dough
To get my family rich
Morally, financially, its time we made a switch -
It's the shift -
2047
I'm sure as I'm stood here
The hood Shakespeare
Delusions of grandeur
Got me feenin like a millionaire -
Holding ten bucks
Drinkin' malt beer -
Look how far your boy came in just a year...
It's crazy. man...
Peace Out