[Intro: Split Dreams]

Yo, follow your dreams

It's something I knew

I always needed to do

But I never knew

If it would come true, you know?

I'm white and a Jack of All Trades

But I am an ace

And thats all that matters man

Just understand-

Just listen...

[Verse 1: Split Dreams]

Im ripping this

Dissing the christening

Pissing and swimming

In women sweet like lemon

Bringing Eazy-E’s flow back

Blow back more tracks

Then coke addicts

Slow attract

More for your dub sack

Subtract other half assed rappers

In your stash of rap

This classic rap has faggots mad

Slap zig zags passed

Weed dabs have my ass

Zombie slapped

Zombie trap broby catch

Stash the acid 3 a tab

Pure as my raps

Concur I murder words you never heard

You slur end with your head on the curb

10 minutes more

I’ll have 20 bars formed

30 hours results in

40 more stories adorned

Life is beautifully formed

Tryign to get music in stores

Rhymes in store for more abhor

They talking but they’re in my drawers

They all wasted face it

Your lyrics are basic n tasteless

Me I mace it n chase it

This life I made it

Created in a basement

Now its time to place it

And claim the title of greatest

Y’all can be racist

A white man in a game blacks invented

Through lyrics I represented

I give you the incentive

You get the best i sense it

Talking shit will you get you dented

I supply the demand n fended

For myself nobody can end it

But wealth I fulfill candid

But more then that I want power

More showers and more bitches

Being handed flowers

Disassociating myself with snitches

Most bitches is witches

Tricks is the dicks lick

Stick it to the fam

It’s me and my friends

Frying motherfuckers till the end...

I'm raps artillery

Enlisting the military

Boston gifted me

But flowing like fifty

Slow and gritty my flow

Is low down and shifty

Mow for 20 but the

Baggie empty

Stab me or tempt

I believe God sent me

To change peace

Specifically

Specific and quick

To flip contradicts

And I'm finished with friends

Who just fry you in the end

Cuz they're only care Is the money I'm about to spend

No need to pretend

But to determine the end

Can suck the fuck out of my pen

Will never be stuck up again

But I fucked up again

And got sent away to fend

All I saw was the end

But created a beginning

And became new man

Now I'm slaying men and spraying flem

In every direction under the big man

Nothing's too big

Or too stupid to

Not lift up my spirit

Spear it

Misdemeanor fearing

Paranoid steering

Voices I am hearing

Eyes nearly tearing

Rhymes veer

Resorting to beer

To export my deer

Support the memories but deport the scene

Don't misuse the pen

I use it to extend my hand

To my fans and expand my land

Understand what I'm spitting man

I'm too subliminal

For the common soul

Common goals we got

Common pocket holes

In our pockets though

No dough but so dope

Take you out Castro

Cash flow

It don't matter bro

All that matters is who

Can grab the gat faster

No show no flow

I glow

Rhymes slow

Leaning goals

But liable