Yeah, come one, summer dreams 
Complete life dreams, don’t think that 
Yeah come on 
We all dream, summers by, 
I was born in eighty five, early ninety survival 
But how know the drum of a music will make me wiser 
I was listen in the king song on wazy
Lil black boy’s getting strap to a ave 
Thou they hit a big will 
Plug and pack so hazy, 
Mama’s screaming why me, down town for an id
Broke church go and hope, the angels let ‘em fly free 
Try to sell dinners cuz the funeral is five G 
I grow up around the **** face torching 
All pasted matrices making love to the serpans 
The only think that certain it’s dreams are the first 
Ain’t no high with that Heaven left that dreams on the curve
We ride on the all hoopie to the hell shop 
Lil …spirit ...a hundred hands spot 
Bulletproof orders cuz our soul getting shell shot 
Mother**** the Government they wanna see us feel up 
And touring the G rock come on 
At night I can’t sleep, I toast and turn 
Picture me dress as aa profit they should get burn 
Sprinkle ashes in the earn, sciences acting fun 
Some of lane it should be king and I’m waiting to get my time 
From the streets to my mama, posses all kind of gifts 
Meditative, souls definite 
No account ..world stuck and closing 
Knew I was the chosen 
Life is stuck made it at home, energy was frozen 
From the soil, spiritual oil shut up the corrosive
crap this seven hills, two pinching are posing 
success is in the future, I clearly see the image 
it’s true that many players never cross the line in scrimmage 
sit on the banch and they wander if the game fists 
You know we playing hot like in hell, using the same sticks 
Some people left all alone, then it’s when their brain switch 
They turning to monsters and do the same **********ts