(Trill, where the fuck you're at?)
Just like Luther King, bitch, I had a dream
I guess it came true, not to fuck up my jeans
Did what I had to do, I'm fulfillin' my needs
Locked up only place, I was goin' was sleep
Hot how you feel in that cell? That composition notebook and that pen
Nigga locked down, you ain't got no friends
Nigga locked down, you ain't got no bitch
They tried to indict me, don't want me with bands
I cut my EM, come and catch me you can
I told my momma I ain't goin' to jail no more and I did that shit again
I feel them people don't want me to win
I know where I been, I could never forget
To remind me, I take a look at my jit, spread my wings
They don't want me to win
Hotboii seen them MAC's, еverything he shot gon' get prеmiered
All I want for niggas know not to play with me, I don't wanna be feared
How you want smoke? Boy you ain't got no funds
All you do is post guns, that shit weird
Run with the K, lil' nigga, I could coach you, do it for the culture 'cause I'm that real
I had a dream like Luther, no lick
Dreamed I had ten hoes in my bed
Dreamed I had caught a R.I.C.O
Dreamed I got away from the feds (I dreamed I, I dreamed I)
Long live the King of Illinois (Dream)
You can't say the V without Roy (I dreamed I, I dreamed I)
It feel like a dream without snorin' (Dream)
Rest up 23, I don't mean Jordan
See how I was fitting in it, just my pen and composition
I didn't want to trust these women, followin' my intuition
Bottled up my inner feelings until I explode
We got water bed for wet dreams, I don't want to be woke
Just like Luther King, bitch, I had a dream
I guess it came true, not to fuck up my jeans
Did what I had to do, I'm fulfillin' my needs
Locked up only place, I was goin' was sleep
Hot how you feel in that cell? That composition notebook and that pen
Nigga locked down, you ain't got no friends
Nigga locked down, you ain't got no bitch
They tried to indict me, don't want me with bands
I cut my EM, come and catch me you can
I told my momma I ain't goin' to jail no more and I did that shit again
I feel them people don't want me to win
I know where I been, I could never forget
To remind me, I take a look at my jit, spread my wings
They don't want me to win
I be sippin', I don't get drunk no more
I won't even be one to give a fuck no more
I be drinkin' out of the bottle like my car was broke
Got a crush on parmesan, I can't love no ho
Can't love no more
I don't got love for more
Heart so cold
I don't got love for folk
You gotta know, gotta know
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