KXNG Crooked, Joell Ortiz - Dream lyrics

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Crack Music

Little old me, from 6H5F and 4D
In a project complex with thirteen
Seven-story buildings in Brooklyn
Not too far from Queens
With a dream, thank God, He let me dream
I'd imagine better things and try to
Block out everything I've seen
Be on a natural high, walking by fiends
And drug dealers harassing my
Mother for money
I was the number one jokester
When nothing was funny
Headphones tuned out all of the sirens
As I'd lean over for a sip
Of water from a fire hydrant
I played Skelly over last
Night's murder scene
With a dream, thank God, He let me dream
Chased behind trucks
Tryna haggle for ice cream
A million ways to beg and not
A dollar in my jeans
Can't tell you how but I just knew I knew
The first time I mic check, one two, one two

It was all a dream
Imagine me smilin' all in these magazines
I was out there serving fiends
Loading up magazines
Could have been behind the wall
So everyday I pray and thank God that He
Helped me through it all a dream
Imagine me smilin' all in these magazines
I was out there serving fiends
Loading up magazines
Rollin' dice on the curb
Now I'm in Vegas suites
Your boy made it out the streets
It was all a dream

I looked up to dudes who used
To look up to the sky
After pourin' out forties or old ear
Sane eyed's
Drugs in our pockets, guns on our sides
Prepared for both the fiends and
The problems to arrive
See, we was used to all that drama
Ridin' by
Wavin' death out the window
So everybody traumatized
As tough as we looked, man
Nobody want to die
Man
We had dreams, everybody's got a dream
Pardon me if I look
At some things differently
Feels like I'm on borrowed time, this is the
Epitome of lucky than a muhfucker
Mixed in with consistency
Too long of a road to
Have a short-term memory
I chased this dream so we
Could escape the misery
My mom and me
Some part of me knew poverty
Ain't meant for me
We're starvin', be the honesty
And my bars garnished energy retardedly
They follow me, the fans that is
They've been with me before the three
And y'all came in the
Picture, I was artistry
In all the three
Magazines that mattered, that's the saucony
X excellin' vibe, my tripe XLT was a vibe
That nigga Joell Ortiz is that guy
Still can't deny what the
Slaughterhouse did for me
Four of us made history
Tour buses or windows seats
Across bodies of water
All because of what we did to beats
Livin' the dream, thank God, He let us dream
This Rise & Fall shit is closure for the fans
Know you mad we put the
Truth out in the open
Y'all
But damn
Y'all gon spin a narrative like
Every moment that you can?
Like the group coulda been saved
It's been over for us
Fam
Too long a journey to
Have a short-term memory
I could see the younger me vividly
A rappin' asthmatic
Rockin' my pants backwards
Sharin' fries 'cause we ain't have it
I'll never be defined by a tax bracket
Designer track jacket with the
Hat to match it
Fantastic
Yeah, that's that shit
I'm more Bo Jackson's
Married man, three home owner
One kid in college
The other one just made me grandpa
Let's be honest
I'm blessed beyond measure
More moments to treasure
A chapter ends, one begins, keep going
Get better
Live your life 'cause nothing
And no one's forever
And chase your dreams, thank God
He let me dream

It was all a dream
Imagine me smilin' all in these magazines
I was out there serving fiends
Loading up magazines
Could have been behind the wall
So everyday I pray and thank God that
He helped me through it all
A dream
Imagine me smilin' all in these magazines
I was out there serving fiends
Loading up magazines
Rollin' dice on the curb
Now I'm in Vegas suites
Your boy made it out the streets
It was all a dream