[Intro: Jareem]

Yeah yeah, comin' live from the dungeons of rap

Where fake niggas don't make it back

[Verse 1: Jareem]

Are you intuned with this message

Brought to you by a dreamer, preaching to these adolecents

I ain't tryna preach morals, I ain't tryna sound right

Cause no one should have a say how you fuckin' live your life

Me I'm just chillin', my nigga, I'm just chillin'

Be a villain for the million, and disreguard the feelin's

Cause now a days, Twitter the only thing that listens

Somethings always missin', diamonds only thing that glisten

Like, you ain't look into my eyes, and see the vision

Of what my mind envisioned

Shittin' on your television

Peep the mindset

Is your mind set?

Ready to start, and rip apart the heart

I ain't aimin' for the charts

Tryna tap into your soul

The thing that make you whole

Holy Jesus in that mind, tryna mine the gold

Your mind's full of greed, lungs full of weed

Consumed by the needs, my nigga this is what you need

Nigga, please, 'fore you make this trigger squeeze

Spray my clip like it's Febreze, and turn your ass into debris

I think it's deeper than rap

I think it's deeper than that

But if you dig 6 feet, you'll find people who rap

Can you feel that?

[Hook: C.i.D]

Realism, we find in soul

You live life until your royalty bathing in gold

Diamonds and clothes, and then you'll really be drowning in hoes

I swear to God im'a make it, I know im'a blow

Like boom, I know we'll make it

Like boom, ours for the taking

Like boom, greatness is given

This real life what we spittin

Like boom, save all the hostiles, 'til our house is collosal

This finna change the rap game, 'til RedPrint is a fossil

[Verse 2: C.i.D]

A modern day Picasso, a master with deathly hollows

And if I play my cards right, maybe these girls will follow

We blast off in Apollo, like there was no tomorrow

I'm the main reason your girl friend is livin' in sorrow

But back to the topic, like Mary we get it Poppin'

Barely often we see a cocky dude livin' life in his father's shoes

But when I'm rappin the tiger is loose

What you gone do?

Icy with the rhymes, like Yeezy I need some Theraflu

Catch me on Satin Avenue, smokin' reefer

We reckless and with an attitude

With mad honeys, we take 'em to another altitude

Straight out the jungle, these monkey see what monkey do

And that ain't cool

To all you Tampa rappers, I see ya

Enough to fit in Ikea

But just know i'm 'bout to take ya spot

It's a little cold, but no fever

I pull money like Visa

You old-fashion like Beepers

Just to name someone who was dead broke, I'll call you and the grim reaper

But this rap game is for y'all

No hesitation when I say I ball

All these people never give me no call

But now they comin' back like Arsenio Hall

So, now are we tight? Fuck y'all

I'ma live my life, while i'm sippin' Sprite

And my money's tight, but don't know whether to go left or right (right)

So I do this every night, always passion when I write

Just turn darkness into light

Two kings came up from knights

It's C.i.D and Young Dreams

Immaculate with the team

They trippin' off on some drugs

And shootin' up all these fiends heh