Dreams (Outro)

[Intro] Customized Greatly [Verse] It's hard to figure out your dreams Cause later that thing won't be as cool as it seems How can you throw it when you pulling the seems Wu-Tang clan niggas wanting the C.R.E.A.M But really dudes wanting to dream But people dream high while you wanting these things And you might not get it Cause when the world drops, man I might I drop with it Now people are afraid to not be fitted I can care less but that shit is me It's like spelling my name without the C A-S-E-Y and oh yes, he's fly Some people live fast but most of 'em die Some people tell the truth but most of 'em lie Like why am I even writing this to you When they here man, what would they do Might love it, might step on it like shoes Keeping secrets, always erasing the clues And I don't even like facing you fools Get confused and that's what the obstacles do But you gon' have to overcome your obstacles dude Just freeze like a popsicle do [?] a kid to perfection I took all my notes without the lecture Double text shit, my swag is too quick [?] on me like toothpicks I'm too sick, I'm deli One bullet hit two licks Two hundred dollar sneakers, I could shoe flick Yeah, made sure that the team was ready Got an Italian girl, make a mean spaghetti I'm about the green and fetti [?] I drop the red, blue, white, and green confetti You cool or lame what? You lame fuck We balling on you mid-town lamers Spit your best shit, I got the best shit And when it comes to up and coming, I'm on the next list [?] And when I start recording, the shit gets hectic Yes, no more favors So when we talking business homie, what is your wager? Hit me on the kick or the pager I burn through *sss* like lasers I'm smooth like a paver We lay down rules on this paper A nigga in the dark with the flashlight So I'm in the light with all black, right? Truly this is me, I don't act tight And I tell dime girls just to act right In Vegas we had fun that night They fiend for my mixtape like a crack pipe To cut steak, we used butter knife Straight up, I rap for the realness And I write shit, God blessed me with the illness Used to call me Ray cause I always kill shit I was kind of hungry so I picked the meal Got a deal, next day I made a mil That's two combinations paid and real The gun to his cranium, made in his will [?] laid in heels [?] we'll be sicker than syphilis, no homo My niggas ain't tickling it Dudes be bleeding and cripping it I write a verse in the [?] [?] wack, we do a [?] Take a number, I speak water and thunder And most of y'all don't want the electricity And love's what they ain't giving me It ain't much of a crime like a misdemeanor Success is what I'm visioning Peas N Carrots on my tee shirts A nigga third on the list Sidekick notes [?] bursting with hits like, like, like (It's like that nigga) [Outro] Yeah, I would like to thank God, Customized Greatly, Mom, Dad, [?], Damon, Ill plus, J Sean, Corey, Priceless, Peas N Carrots, Hypebeast, F2D, We Major, Uncle Dave, [?] what's good, Isaiah, Josh, Corey, Darren, K Smoov, sup Starion, what's good my ni-, everybody who showed love, whoever supports, musical chicken grill, Ape Thelonius, James, Chad, Mike, MySpace, Michelle, Anwar Carrots (what's up my nigga), Dame, Josh Peas, Mookie, the love anybody showed, Apple Garage Band, all my [?] homies, all the homies man, everybody, everybody tryna make it, every rapper tryna make it, every producer tryna make it, every record label, every street wear clothing line, Tyler, the Creator what's good man, [?], every girl I ever talked to, every dude I ever hated, that ever hated on me, every song I ever listened to, [?] class of '07, Chris, Austin, Jay, Marcus, Nico, everybody man. Buy the mixtape, listen to the mixtape, enjoy the mixtape, it's coming. One love. Peace