Dreams (Stamp That) Lyrics

Dreams of being rich

Ain't never helped me being broke

Dreams of being lit

Wake up still searching for a way to cope

Life a circle and I live on the spokes

Cycle of life, it's the biggest of quotes

Half my time spent here feel like the biggest of jokes

I got dreams of a home where there's nothing but smoke

I ain't talking gun play need protection from scopes

J Zav in the booth, see him running away

Cause my raps is proof, that I'm something like scared

Cause I'm borderline schizo when my future awaits

Bag fumble, you was down low, send him a chase

Cause the shot had you feeling that you over the place

Back to my old ways, sipping Cobra the same

Got cobra sized blunts still smoking to fade

Fading away

Young killa in the game but he older in ways

Ten thousand hours but I'm closing that page

Still wonder what's missing

Maybe it's a team, can't be Lebron in this bitch

We got the same name but I'm a James of all trades

Master of nothing can't control it like road rage

Rap meditation for the stacks I can't go grape

Stand up brotha sip lean you think no way

J so cold he seem distant, ain't no flame

Smoke to myself, ain't cap for a new eighth

Said fuck a rat, cause a cat play a cold game

Cold cash hunting for a stack go the wrong way

More to my actions when I rap, go a long way

Weed codependence get a pack, smoking all day

Gin and my juice for the night I drink Bombay

Rap w aggression cause my Jack ain't strong babe

Pour me another get me smacked, back home late

Club hop shit, but I rap bout my coke days

Feel like the man for a minute, on a slow day

Rap my depression in a quick eight, Kobe

Sip for a way to let pain take its own name

Scrapped for a way to save my back, I got no brain

Slow with the lyrics, mobile flow, that it's own thing

This a slow killing, smoke a pack, see my own grave

Zav take a sip like inheritance shit

Cause my father had the same bottle sippin' in kids

It's the same mashed potato except it's covered in grits

Now this lean sip shit that's another to fix

All my peers seen a dude that was better than this

But a rap cat capping, ain't never legit

Imma stand ten toes, on the earth for this shit

Friday night lights mixed with grind time

Keep the heat tucked, in the desert in the nighttime