Intro

[Intro, sampling Benny Mardones: 'Into the Night'] She's just... (x3) [Verse I:] These are my pre-Victorian days; on my quest to be the King— These my gladiator warrior days. Move quicker at a warrior's pace So we pass with fly colors, like valedictorian grades Six spliffs and a 40 a day I paint a picture then I put my soul in it, like Dorian Gray I'm sorry to say: I'm here 'till they haul me away You gettin' on, but you did it in the corniest way! Came from: City-ass cyphers; witty-ass writers; Rocking uptowns and some shitty ass Spyders Half my friends' friends were Bill W Tryna stay clean but them demons still trouble you Keep them eyes peeled for the corners where the fiends wanna catch you And the DTs wanna snatch you! Fitted cap move with a bag full of caps And the jeans full of capsules, trees in the grab Was the Jordan of the Boredom, I'm talking 'bout— 7th Ave, F to the 4 up in Fordham If I could afford 'em, I would rock Jordans Or even if I couldn't I would rack 'em never caught once! These are: Dreams a', Cs to Caesar's From, MIA to Giza, swinging bitches on a 3 month visa Teach bitches how to speak like we does Don't fuck with nobody but the team, baby, we just need us! ...F'real [Hook:] It's like... Having a dream Where nobody has...the heart.. It's like... Having it all And watching it fall...apart.. [Verse II:] Unh! I'm running through these tracks like Red Rover Killing these hoes is nothing, I'm getting stressed over Heard fame was the hardest ho to get over Grown men wrung themselves just to get closure Heard early that money made you a realer man Learned later on how money could just kill a man; ..You know—Cypress Hill a man? But fuck it though, I'm still a fan! Spin it like a ceiling fan, feelin' like a movie star She ain't speak Spanish, but she bumping La Musica! Rappers playing God, forgetting that he was crucified.. But promises I'll have 'im got 'em thinking "suicide." Loose in the head, but these hoes get looser for bread I sold my soul to make Lucifer bread! Hit the mall, and went stupid instead Should've saved it, but I got stoned, and copped a Medusa instead I see windows of opportunity, and tend to look long Like a crook moving, I'm straight as a rook moving Each minute they took snoozing, I was plotting on the next wave Cause this is chess, and I'm looking for a checkmate! You putting in light work, hoping it might work. Tryna build hype? —you forgot to get nice first! But, I never give it a rest That's why I tend to raise the bar, every time that I've been put to the test, it's like... [Hook:] It's like... Having a dream Where nobody has...the heart.. It's like... Having it all And watching it fall...apart..