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[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]

I'm never fool for fools gold

Most of these niggas tools, I use hoes

Back and forth, I'm an active force

If I was a color I would be blue balls

Full of new goal, more than one

It's OF bitch there's more to come

Coming from a layup, the poor is slums

A Nigga in a house got the poorest gums

I'm still forgotten to be mentioned, but ain't no point of a trio

Cause' the nigga who take the first step slips, I be second

I trip out listening to brand new records, nigga and I'm wreaking

Motha'fuckas' dont want a piece of me, I'm tekkin'

Betta' get the steppin' or I'll hit you with weapon

The weapon will get you steppin' like an anti-depressant, end it all

What it all is a blessing it is, to live a life like mine

I look at my reflection and I see my shine

In my stainless steel protection (Uh huh) (tection')

I kill them all with music, bought this fuckin' Smith and Wesson (Brrrrrooop)

[Hook x2]

Dreams don't go away

Dreams are turned into a nightmare

You gotta' watch yourself

Go and get some eye care

Cause' what do a nigga like I care?

Suggestion ain't shit but an idea

And it's quite clear, that brightened air

We the fruit of flies, it's so ripe a year

[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]

I just turned 21, cabernet glass I'm a wine-o

Cool cat with like 9 souls, like origami tie folds

Don't call the hommage, its a live show

I'm a fresh a nigga, ain't jive though

Don't play me for my do-re-mi, or I will go crazy

Insane as my mother when she laid me, 24 with a baby

Single, broke and a lady, till this day that shit still phase me

Cause until' she's in that Mercedes and that house in Venezueles'

I ain't gon' stop

"Fuck you pay me" or you gon' see the today me

I got so many bitches on my dick right now

Left Brain finna' go and cop a whip right now

Here we young and gettin' it in where we fit right now

Playas' be in the game, not on the bench right now

Shoot for the sky like a pop up, through your city we pop up

Open shop up, guap up, and sell out, a lot of stuff, (Bitch!)

And it ain't about money, niggas got responsibilities

Use your gadget utilities, to fulfill the need, feeling me?

[Hook x2]

Dreams don't go away

Dreams are turned into a nightmare

You gotta' watch yourself

Go and get some eye care

Cause' what do a nigga like I care?

Suggestion ain't shit but an idea

And it's quite clear, that brightened air

We the fruit of flies, it's so ripe a year

(Ughh)