No Mas

[Produced by Young RJ] [Verse 1: T3] Yeah, I had a dream I was falling off a cliff, I was lift, saw my life flutter out it's like a dark colored mist Slow motion moving backwards like a action scene clip, imagine this, yo imagine how intense Thoughts running quick , out of my mind ,out of my shit, wondering how I just jump into this movie clip flip Like Geronimo drop, did a sprint then I ran like a quarter of a block Headed to a restaurant it was the opposite way, there was chinese mob boss eating chicken chow mien When he saw his face turn as red as flame, I told him eat the dick flip table dash in the opposite way I wish I could of told you macks didn't spray but they did like aerosol Saw a pair of dudes with a pair of guns , I was gone Hit the window crash,landed on a bag full of trash , suckas got to caught me cause I'm fast Bump into a old lady excuse me she said no mas [Verse 2: Illa J] I was dreaming when I wrote this, so forgive if it goes a stray When it started I was drowning in the ocean, and my girl friend save my day For a second I saw my life fade away, and all of sudden I had a hand full of razor blades And grenades, and rainbow wig throwing a fucking gay parade With a Chris Bosh jersey, with a perm wearing finger waves, at ice cream stand Selling lemonade for days , now on youtube looking for ways to blaze Now I'm in the studio trying to change the phrase [Hook :Young RJ] Mind playing ,tricks on me ,like I'm insane Cold sweats in the night time , dreaming of my life , dreaming of the pain Nightmares are is it really real, nightmares [Verse 3: Young RJ] I was dreaming when I wrote this, when It's real talk you can quote this Marijuana thoughts cocaine dreams, devil to the world , god to the feens I rose in a royce now, peanut butter seats with the top down Jewelry so exclusive , think I never get caught so elusive Break bread daily , never stale , weight money can't count put it on a scale Balling like Rondo triple double , didn't listen to the wisdom keep it suttle Got greedy forgot the first rule to leading, you lose your soldiers if they ain't eating Ambush on my ride , twenty shots is their a heaven for a g my last thoughts Nightmares