Текст песни D.R.E.A.M - Spectrum the Originator

These are the thoughts of a nigga tryna earn a dollar
Honestly I'm not tryna ball I'm just tryna prosper
No cap like my hairline straight like a youngster's
But if my peoples still slaves why even bother
I'm highly critical of things I don't understand
Like why do god and the church need ten percent
Like we buying our way to heaven make that make sense
Money the root of evil, they need to repent
Fuck it, if the devil wanna be friends
Imma need a couple M's
Private jets for my gang
At least 10 years of fame
Groupies screaming my name
A couple mils for my mamma
And a mansion for my father
Sounds like blasphemy
But can you blame me
Yeah I spent the best part of my life dream chasing
Now I'm looking down the barrel feeling real empty
So if decide to pull the trigger don't judge me, no
Shit that was kinda dark
But I'm just playing my part
I know others can relate
Cuz this is straight from the heart