Текст песни Raw Dreams - Styles P

I'm like fuckin' out of it, you know?
High as fuck I fell asleep,
I gotta wake up It's like I was just out of it, you know?
You could be the shooter,
You could get shot Blood or a Crip, niggas slip, niggas get dropped (
You know) Yeah,
I'm headed to the top When you see in me
In the slums, just consider it a pit stop (
Pit stop) Yeah, I'm always with the shits,
But I don't see the trip, estate 'rounds in them flip flops (
Nah) Shit, I'll be prayin' five times or Holdin'
Five nines, let me tell you how I slipped, doc (
Let me tell you) I was on a dean with a thirty-eight
Revolver in my size forty jeans Livin' out the wrong dream (
Wrong dreams) Crossed a lot of times, I ain't die on the stake, so (
I ain't die) What it's gon' take to see what the Lord see? (
What it gon' take?
) Know the path of Muhammad and the liquor and the
Chronic But I'm numb to the word like I'm a Thorazine (
I'm numb) Everybody's a brother (
Ayy) until they say they ain't Love is love,
If it ain't, then I let the four beam Ghost
I'm prayin' to the heavens and I'm talkin' to the Father But I'm high
And I'm havin' raw dreams Yeah,
I hope the prayer register I'm at the cash
Register and all I know is give me more cream (
More cream) I'm prayin' to the heavens and I'm talkin' to the Father
But I'm high and I'm havin' raw dreams Yeah,
I hope the prayer register I'm at the cash
Register and all I know is give me more cream (
More cream)
Lotta money to make, so let me get to it (
Get to it) Lotta thoughts in my mind, let me sift through 'em (
Sift through 'em) You ain't hip to it, forty-five got kick to it (
Hahaha) Make music for dope boys, they love to whip to it (
They love to whip to it) Tryna show
'Em my growth, so don't stunt it, nigga (
Don't stunt it) Sweatsuit got a couple thou
Of hundreds, nigga You thinkin' I'm frontin'?
Nigga, 'scuse me, pardon my back (
Pardon my back) Little homie got the uzi, he partin' your back (
What up?) If you ask can you live then you can't (
Can't) You do what you could and I do what I can (
I do) All they said I couldn't do just to prove I'm the man (
I'm the man) Not a werewolf or lion but the times are the sand (
Oww) My mind is advanced,
Put time in a trance Throw a sign to the sky just to line up a chin (
What up?) Nigga, this is ghost talk, you hearin' the Ghost rhyme (
You hear me?
) Put you in a ghost trance, you are on Ghost time Out, nigga
I'm prayin' to the heavens and I'm talkin' to the Father But I'm high
And I'm havin' raw dreams Yeah,
I hope the prayer register I'm at the cash
Register and all I know is give me more cream (
More cream) I'm prayin' to the heavens and I'm talkin' to the Father
But I'm high and I'm havin' raw dreams Yeah,
I hope the prayer register I'm at the cash
Register and all I know is give me more cream (
More cream
I'm prayin' to the heavens and I'm talkin' to the Father But I'm high
And I'm havin' raw dreams Yeah,
I hope the prayer register I'm at the cash register and all I know is
Give me more cream I'm prayin' to the heavens and I'm talkin' to the
Father But I'm high and I'm havin' raw dreams Yeah,
I hope the prayer register I'm at the cash register