Ghetto Dream (Get Up!) Pt. 1

[Verse 1: Kidd] You know the boy got many flows, but i chose- To keep it O.G., cement 3's on the flo We ice cold, fridge flow, keep it low-key, like a baritone saxophone "Yo, pick up the phone when I call you! You dumb bitch, bring my money quick That's why I don't front shit!" These niggas scandalous, man they can't handle us Yeah you protesting, but you ain't hang with us I'm paranoid, I'm off that Angel Dust Shit, (ugh) somebody laced my blunt They set me up, now I'm sitting in the back of some truck I hear a whisper, but I'm scared to look Just my luck, saw the car door unlocked They hit a stop Peep the nigga outside slanging some rock Maybe, I should hop out at the next stop Clear the block, hit the pawn, exchange my chain for a Glock Called my niggas told em' meet at THE BOX Hit up my pops, nigga trippin' talking bout 'call the cops' "Nah, fuck the cops! Cus they ain't funna help out How many cops do it take for a traffic stop?" They- rather search my whip, put me up on the car, 'Sir,- You can't do that', I told you, there ain't no weed in this car But- let me not take this too far, let me get back to my story So we met at the Box 4 niggas with straps, and gats ready to attack I led the way, made a right on the Ave Told my niggas if we see the boy, don't hesitate let em have- Every round in your clip, picked up the Ooh-Wop, put it right to my lips Took a hit, now I'm ready for war Saw them niggas walking out the corner store One- had a Arizona, he- dropped it on the floor Reached for his .38, but it was too late Before he took it out his draws, he- Took one to the heart, blood dripping on the sidewalk floor Don't fuck with the Kidd if you ain't ready for war! We headed back to THE BOX, made our way to the top Stashed our guns, promised not to tell, we got it locked Plus, there ain't no time for jail When you tryna make it in this maze where it's hard to tell Who's real or fake? Or is this my last day? That's why when I can, I take some time and pray As the Ooh-Wop gets smaller, I start to hear a sound It- sounded like a bunch of kids fucking around That's when I realized, this can't be life I must be knocked out, rubbed my eyes, slapped my face Am I alive? Told my nigga head back to my place When we reached, I told em 'wait outside,' The door was open, not a word was spoken This shit was kinda weird Screamed out 'MOM', but nobody hear I went to my room, that's when I saw the cacoon On my bed, I was tossing and turning Then I heard someone said "GET UP, yo Get Up! You bout to be late son, Get up!" I woke up, I guess this was just another Ghetto Dream Yo, just another Ghetto Dream, (2x) Get Up...