and it seems like yesterday it was just a dream but those days are gone they're just memories and it seems like yesterday it was just a dream but those
dead, was it? Or was it cause some bitches wrote him off Little hussy ass fusses Fuck it Guess it doesn't matter now does it? What difference it make Whats it
Cause you better put a fork in it if you think I'm a lay here just spooning yo Oh you think you the shit 'cause I just said you was beautiful Diabolical
picture my pistol drilling? A million women and children when I'm illing But it isn't real, it's a rap On the real, it's a wrap How could you possibly
call it preaching I call it motivation man Boys need to stop hatin', we goin get it! 2009 is mine, y'all know what it is man Uh Say it with me, say it
those voices in your head I don't sleep, I never dream I just shut them up Now I just keep screaming run away It's the last time It's the last time
I can sense it, and i dont like it [Chorus] [Verse 2: Kon Artis] It was my dream at first to be on spittin a verse On my own album with a deal but
a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg Comin through the airport, sluggish, walkin on crutches Hit a fuckin [*pregnant chick*] in her [*stomach*] with luggage It's like a dream
own demons I need a glass of Patron bad as I need a horn stabbing my clavicle bone I'm at it or prone first time I seen a dessert eagle I was letting
game so they gotta go try to find em a new Eminem or a new Shady, if they think it's gonna happen man, I thought I was crazy or maybe I could be takin' it
never put it in ink Because how would it look if they considered me as a G.O.A.T? And for those of y'all who don't know what a G.O.A.T is It means the
aint got to play though, they say I died in a fatal Car crash, shows what they know Shit if I did, it'd be a trailer not a car The white trash star I
my pistol drilling? A million women and children when I'm illing But it isn't real, it's a rap On the real, it's a wrap How could you possibly stop
dead, was it? Or was it, cause them bitches wrote him off Little hussy ass fusses, cause f-ck it, guess it doesn?ft matter now, does it What difference it make? What it
retarded kid's stool I had a dream I blew up with half a mil' sold And still stole a credit card, a purse, and someone's billfold I'm from the
only problem was my English teacher was a guy I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler and stapled his nuts to a stack of
High The only problem was... he was a guy I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler and stapled his nuts to a stack of papers
the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid and in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to Come to think about, his name was.. it was
