[Intro: Jareem]
Yeah yeah, comin' live from the dungeons of rap
Where fake n***as don't make it back
[Verse 1: Jareem]
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Brought to you by a dreamer, preaching to these adolecents
I ain't tryna preach morals, I ain't tryna sound right
Cause no one should have a say how you f**in' live your life
Me I'm just chillin', my n***a, I'm just chillin'
Be a villain for the million, and disreguard the feelin's
Cause now a days, Twitter the only thing that listens
Somethings always missin', diamonds only thing that glisten
Like, you ain't look into my eyes, and see the vision
Of what my mind envisioned
sh**tin' on your television
Peep the mindset
Is your mind set?
Ready to start, and rip apart the heart
I ain't aimin' for the charts
Tryna tap into your soul
The thing that make you whole
Holy Jesus in that mind, tryna mine the gold
Your mind's full of greed, lungs full of weed
Consumed by the needs, my n***a this is what you need
n***a, please, 'fore you make this trigger squeeze
Spray my clip like it's Febreze, and turn your a** into debris
I think it's deeper than rap
I think it's deeper than that
But if you dig 6 feet, you'll find people who rap
Can you feel that?
[Hook: C.i.D]
Realism, we find in soul
You live life until your royalty bathing in gold
Diamonds and clothes, and then you'll really be drowning in hoes
I swear to God im'a make it, I know im'a blow
Like boom, I know we'll make it
Like boom, ours for the taking
Like boom, greatness is given
This real life what we spittin
Like boom, save all the hostiles, 'til our house is collosal
This finna change the rap game, 'til RedPrint is a fossil
[Verse 2: C.i.D]
A modern day Pica**o, a master with d**hly hollows
And if I play my cards right, maybe these girls will follow
We blast off in Apollo, like there was no tomorrow
I'm the main reason your girl friend is livin' in sorrow
But back to the topic, like Mary we get it Poppin'
Barely often we see a co*ky dude livin' life in his father's shoes
But when I'm rappin the tiger is loose
What you gone do?
Icy with the rhymes, like Yeezy I need some Theraflu
Catch me on Satin Avenue, smokin' reefer
We reckless and with an attitude
With mad honeys, we take 'em to another altitude
Straight out the jungle, these monkey see what monkey do
And that ain't cool
To all you Tampa rappers, I see ya
Enough to fit in Ikea
But just know i'm 'bout to take ya spot
It's a little cold, but no fever
I pull money like Visa
You old-fashion like Beepers
Just to name someone who was dead broke, I'll call you and the grim reaper
But this rap game is for y'all
No hesitation when I say I ball
All these people never give me no call
But now they comin' back like Arsenio Hall
So, now are we tight? f** y'all
I'ma live my life, while i'm sippin' Sprite
And my money's tight, but don't know whether to go left or right (right)
So I do this every night, always pa**ion when I write
Just turn darkness into light
Two kings came up from knights
It's C.i.D and Young Dreams
Immaculate with the team
They trippin' off on some d**
And shootin' up all these fiends heh