Dream Baby Songtext

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Dream Baby Songtext
Yo, look, your lowest points in life gon' take you higher
Just scoop 'em up like ground balls
Determines how seasoned you are, that shit a groundhog
I found all the fame is the price if I kept my sound raw
Cause when you spit the truth
They be eager to turn your sound off
So I'm screamin this gospel, the time's proper, align chakras
Cause God ain't acknowledge them Our Fathers
I was gettin more anonymous tips than crime stoppers
Clown stop it, I don't want y'all suggestions so why bother
The price droppin on souls, these niggas sellin cheap
You tellin me that I can win if I lose my self esteem
That shit is like a shot to the foot, Eddie and Della Reese
When walkin in the shoes of a giant, you tend to smell the feet
I swear I'd rather be poor than be degraded
People praisin all these trash ass rappers they deem amazin
Think I'm hatin, listen to 'em what are they even sayin
Sweet talk is cool 'til you start seein your teeth decayin
Just keep creatin what the homie told me
If you don't agree with the faggot shit they pull
They call you homophobic
But when it's cops killin niggas it ain't as much commotion
That's promotin violence, I been notice, so what's the motive?
Respect the message, I just share the lessons
Rare projections, the wisdom will keep you level headed
Cause life will test you before you can even get the lectures
And show you things about yourself that you can't even question

They tellin us to dream, baby
Don't believe what's on that screen, baby
And when you don't they make you seem crazy
Just stay asleep and...
Yeah, they tellin us to dream, baby
Don't believe what's on that screen, baby
And when you don't they make you seem crazy
Just stay asleep and dream, baby

Listen, there's no cure for livin
We said it's the last straw
But then no straws were given, I'm so called a villain
Cause back in '99, there were no qualms for killin
Ignorance is defined when there's no wrong decisions
Man, I'm in the game where there's no strong divisions
Two or three good players with no thoughts of winnin
Your flow soft as linen
Approach y'all with venom
Bullets with names on 'em, like postcards we send 'em (blaow!)
I wrote y'all the endin
I kill half of these coons that most of y'all defendin
I see through your facade
And I know y'all pretendin
Larenz Tate pace, but I'm O-Dog with vengeance
A one man gang, homie, and then some
I made gangland without actually bein in one
A big deal, nah
But contractually might be in one
So what's the outcome of you askin me where's the income? Huh
Make the money, that's when the sins come
They think it's funny that niggas been dumb
We seen before from niggas who wanna live
Like how did Puff escape them killers ridin in front of B.I.G.?
Shady deals sealed with head nods
Corny bloggers doin the Feds jobs
Niggas in comments helpin the case load
Wish Tax didn't go to that venue, niggas be safe though

They tellin us to dream, baby
Don't believe what's on that screen, baby
And when you don't they make you seem crazy
Just stay asleep and...
Yeah, they tellin us to dream, baby
Don't believe what's on that screen, baby
And when you don't they make you seem crazy
Just stay asleep and dream, baby