[Intro]

Write to dream

[Verse 1: Rob Markman]

I seen my pastor in a Benz, boy lemme hold somethin'

I ain’t gonna tell the whole church you stole from em

I know, I know, I know, you tryna save they soul for 'em

But cot damn man that’s a cold foreign

Ha, who I’m kidding? Ha, I’m just here finessin'

Shit, I do believe in God, these raps is a blessin'

Tryna get it on my own, I don’t use no connections

And you ain’t gotta like it, but I swear they gonna respect it

Money is the root but don’t grow on trees to help ya

Rap about God, you could build a tax shelter

I don’t chase the money, I’m at Chase, at the teller

Bank account on, "Sorry sir ain’t nothing I can tell ya"

Got some records I could sell ya, oops records you could stream

Won’t really make no cream, but ya happiness is key

I’m hear to tell ya now everything ain’t what it seem

All praise these righteous things, we all have a write to dream

[Chorus: Rob Markman]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, I ain’t clear this song either

'Ye if this blow, I'll sort it out when I see ya

We share the same faith and we both praise Jesus

Good Friday in the stu, I'ma tryna drop this thing by Easter

Whoa, whoa, whoa, I ain’t clear this song either

'Ye if this blow, I'll sort it out when I see ya

We share the same faith and we both praise Jesus

Good Friday in the stu, I'ma tryna drop this thing by Easter

[Verse 2: Cantrell]

Mm, on my way up like 3rd day

Need me 10 Gs like per day, see me sow seeds up early

My homies rep like OK, back in the hood like O'Shea

See I been patient way too long you better check my co-pay (look)

I was born to win, born to sin, so new beginnings they can flow within

So they riding waves? I’ll go Moses, pardon while I find my zen

Partially I move my pen like an army of the Nazarene

Samson when I near my end, I go Daniel when I’m in the den

My heart smile you see gold, got gold slugs on my soul

Might throw a shot from pew, pour holy water in a 4

I’m Funk Flex with the Lugz, I’m Greg Street with the 4s

I’m Clark Kent with 3s, we doing good I suppose

We doing Wells Fargo, Lord have Murciélago

If you grab the wheel you can have your will, Rob will they go far as I’ll go?

Look this be my ratchet righteous thing

Know we all got the right to dream, so I’m gon’ vow to write the dream

Yah Yah

[Chorus: Rob Markman]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, I ain’t clear this song either

'Ye if this blow, I'll sort it out when I see ya

We share the same faith and we both praise Jesus

Good Friday in the stu, I'ma tryna drop this thing by Easter

Whoa, whoa, whoa, I ain’t clear this song either

'Ye if this blow, I'll sort it out when I see ya

We share the same faith and we both praise Jesus

Good Friday in the stu, I'ma tryna drop this thing by Easter