» verse 1
funny how words can happen
back in high school never knew rappin
what I was rappin could be turned off into actions
I'm starring through my rear view just like Pac
I'm going to get money in lifetime non-stop
by 18 i had green sitting out on the scene
now i got a crib that came with a 50 inch flat screen
can-am spyder, getting one of one thousand made
the game been played and I refuse to get hot and then fade
did the spending on lenin and posting with fly women
one night stands to passionate nights in condominiums
one million dollars, one summer, who could picture
things like this written as your real life scriptures
God by my side , and them haters to my back
evils not near me, letting the paper stack
a lot of things changed and i'm far removed from the game
taken over by the lames who just in it for fame
» chorus 1
my dreams are life
- and I am - and I am - and I am - and I am
my dreams are life
- and I am - and I am - and I am - and I am
» verse 2
nothing but love, is what you give me
anything else just means you fear me, i see it clearly
i quit basketball 'cause runnin just was not in me.
but do not pity, I jump back like you tried to hit me
and that's why now you catch me on them 5 hour flights
much leg room, starring down at the world city lights
shinning bright, yes i, c keeping his illest dreams alive
hell is when they die, just see my future at night
prophetic and don't forget it, if i speak i get it
no matter how i say it there is nothing that i've regreted
still the same young man, that roll whole with the sinners
the ones with good hearts but keep it solid in their center
my cipher do not enter, unless you planning planning to build
everybody in my clique done had money and now chill
if you just mimic some rapper, then to me you not real
in the 2 double 0 8, that's simply how I feel
» chorus 2
my dreams are life
- and I am - and I am - and I am - and I am
my dreams are life
- and I am - and I am - and I am - and I am
» verse 3
Why would I be a gangster at 25,
when I had money since sixteen
Y'all rappers do not live no dreams
takes money to know money, no money like soap money
no bank money just slopes of held down slow money
believe what you see homie, and none of that you hear
friends is like the seasons, stay changing through out the years
i see it clear, i'm here for a reason you can't steer
that's why your future is still looking at my rear
from SC to CT on out west to LV, some hate me
but even more toss l-o-v-e
I ain't acting out some skit for rapping on y'all TV
I'm 3-D, with real G, all fluid like (med) IVs
Got baby momma drama, and that's about to be over
goto war over j if that youngster there be my soldier
I aint playin no games, and I ain't saying no names
but death can visit a goon for puttin threats on my brain
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Song Credits
written by:
C.Khid
year written:
2008
artist(s) featured:
C.KhiD
instrumental by:
The Synthesis
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