Primetime

Uhhh

What you know about a dream nigga

The kinda dreams that'll make a nigga scream in 'em

Hit the wood so hard you cant breathe

Then a mf demon try to drag you underneath

Then you wake up thinking you met your maker

But the only thing you ever wanna make is some paper

The only thing a nigga ever made was a way

And the only thing you niggas gonna make is my day if you stand in my way

I go dumb and i run shit like Forrest Gump

Came up from the bottom way more than once

My mama so proud of her only son I keep going cause i know its more to come