[Verse 1: JL]

Hopped on the plane G'd up, I brought the gear out

Got the Gucci shades on, I see the glare out

Sides of 'em some arab gave me the stare down

Looking like a suicide bomber, getting scared now

Took a look at my surroundings, I'm aware now

Ain't no other kind of weapons, I pull my pen out incase I gotta stab him

His going down in a flame of glory on a plane ain't some shit that I can fathom

The whole flight I'm staring at him

He stood up I jumped up like "where you going nigga?"

He said "the bathroom", I said "I'm going wit' you"

The flight attendant interupted, "is there an issue"?

He said "This guys harrassing me, I don't know what I did to..."

I cut him off like "there's no problem I'm fucking wit' you"

I sat back down, he walked off and turned around

I was mugging him, thought that I was bugging him

But he walked in the bathroom chuckling

Wondering what the hell's really up wit' him

Cause he been in the restroom for 5 minutes, what?, did the toilet suck him in?

I thought to myself, I should go to the door and bust it in

A tap on my shoulder wakes me up, I was just dreaming

Some nigga said "your plane is leaving man, you miss it there ain't another one 'til this evening"

I'm still kinda high I ain't smoking that weed again

That shit had me bugging, I don't trust that weed man

He all swoll up nigga looking like He-Man

He probably put some steroids or shit in the seeds man

But let me get back to the city I be in

I walked on the plane and its the dude from my dream, damn

[Hook]

Is it a dream or reality?

Am I dreaming reality? A vision a premonition

They had to be? I was blazed with my eyelids shut, I'm half baked

I'm amazed, at how vivid it is when I awake, confused and dazed

[Verse 2: Ubiquitous of Ces Cru]

I woke up in a house alone

The smell of gas and the dead man chained to the stove

Can't even flick a lightswitch I might make it explode

Can't lay low no time left for taking it slow

No way you look? Somebody must be waging a war

Its either make a dash for it or lay with the corpse

Wishing that I could fast forward through the day to before

I left and grabbed the nine stashed in the safe in the floor

Pray to the lord for my soul no not what I speak

Father forgive I can't go with the flock they weak

My prophecy to be a wolf, I don't walk with sheep

Shattered my chain left a plain go cross on my feet

Nothing but flames propane black smoke in the air

Made my escape through a window that I broke wit' a chair

Swear I saw the man in all black smoking a square

Formality it would seem, as I awoke wit' a scream

Reality or a dream?