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never wanna go to the penitentiary again
But I'd rather go there, then get R.I.P'd
Tearing down this wall inside me piece by piece
But it get built back

to be focused on the drip
That car you're fantasizin' starts depreciating the moment you get it
So don’t be trippin on a whip
I’m turnin' my dreams into

Can’t bring us down 
Won’t stand down 
We got a-lot of shit to do
And our hands tied and our arms high 
Yelling please don’t shoot 
Momma p don’t

no room
For no loose ends, no limit big up to Master P and them
Bout it bout it speak my life into existence

yeah 
Need this for the family tree
Multi-million dollar dreams 
Got it mapped out  
They all gone doubt, they all want clout 
Young Master P, all

They turned kings into slaves
Turned gold to minimum wage
Then turned around and told us
To go back from where we came
They turned kings into slaves

Pour affirmations into his dreams so that he knows he's the fucking man and he could GET IT anytime, any place, however he deems 
Praise his divine

(Te Awanui)
A brief reflection
Listen in right here
Of my dreams
Teleport to another time
Courage enhanced
Together we're stepping forth no one can hold

And a little school crew by way of a little white dude
I paid my ten years of dues
Ain't paid a dime on the loan I took to get into school nigga
Wolf pack

The Story

Bun B

Trill

2005

nightmares back into dreams

You just got to stay true to yourself and succeed
Then push away from the devil and get closer to me
And every since that

The Story

Bun B

Trill

2005

as it seem
And I can turn your nightmares back into dreams

You just got to stay true to yourself and succeed
Then push away from the devil and get closer

then
They'll bun you back
You try and strike, then they'll thunderclap
Feeling like you're hit by lightning
Baby mother tried
Asking you for P every week

Don't be fooled by the evil one 

I wanna tell ya, you can do betta
We breaking out 
I'm on the track chasing dreams don't be sleepin chasing clout 
Peep

at a hundred
Move around em like a fast pass
With a little yellow bitch with a fat ass
I get the dope by the trash bag
Vindo moved dope like a trash can
Talk

I been flippin’ and floppin’ like fish outta water
Drinkin’ and sippin’ the shots walkin’ into the darkness, ignorant nonsense
All of my rhymes are

pieces
Refined by the fire never burned or destroyed
So let’em come into your heart
And fill the empty void that
Has kept you broken down
With all

gon' pile them up seven in the ally
And we out here gunning, searching for the weaks
Throw a couple C's by the creek, damn
Rolling up a couple trees

Mathematics

Mos Def

Black on Both Sides

1999

Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka
Ha ha
You know the deal
It's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos

I been running cross these yards
Dreams stuck up in the field
I been crossing streets
Hoping that cars will yield
In my 4 seater bumping 2SEATER

to go and just chase on that bag in October, we did it like nonstop
I was just dreaming ‘bout Rovers
Rich nigga pulled over, they blind by the wristwatch

Now can you dig? It's unanimous; they be all agreeing
That I split wigs, and I do it early 'fore A.M. falls-into P.M
You will get twisted... like

A loaded 9 about to clip another innocent, "R.I.P."
No guarantee that any peace will put an end to this shit
Our mindsets are being jeopardized by

even tho I’m young 
Not a lead role, at least i got my weed rolled 
V I P, very insecure person 
My mind is the riddle and I’m only running circles,

grenade
Been awake
Six whole days
Innovate
Visual cinema
In yo brain
Slip away
Into strange
Dreams
But not asleep
I'm tweaked and out of it
P noid