DreamLand - Smif-N-Wessun, Heather Victoria, Raekwon

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Used to be a dreamer

Now I’m just a schemer

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Zone out

Zone out

Stoned out

I really miss grandma, she baked the best cakes

Uncle God schooled me on rap, he had the fresh tapes

First date broke my heart, I was just eight

Old God told me from start, «Never trust snakes»

I had the flat-top fade, Smoke had the most waves

Cuz pops died in the tub, that was the dope fade

That cocaine had us thinkin' we could be all paid

We all seen, done things, I won’t say no names

To whom it may concern, remain anonymous

The first dollar I earned was some dishonest shit

I was way too young to even know better

Made mad friends and my friend lonely as 'Lo sweater

Jyeah, my right hand man had name brand kicks

My shits?

Thom McAn

Blow a kiss from my Aunt Janette to Barbara Ann

To advance, feed fam', and get rich, the Father’s plan

Remember teeskeet from Lexington with the three-piece suits?

Before any Timberland, I wore army boots, uh

My brother David was a drill sergeant

So those fatigues was part of my life, for real, private

I had a cousin named Fitzgerald from Tennessee

His father, my Uncle Edwin, influenced me

You know my daddy was a drummer but his daddy was a runner

He was puttin' up his numbers

Peace to Bay Mayo, R-I-P to Matteo

Love my nigga Maino, I.G., and Aito

Salute my Harlem connect

My nigga Billy, mob style, respect

Ayo, police might try and corner you

Don’t take 7th ave, take 8th avenue

I’m glad to see all that I did

I say that to say, «You gotta love the life you live»

God bless Nana and her son Beau and Uncle Ary

Any drug found in the house, dawg, I’m sorry

I always was a knucklehead, sellin' jums, running with duffel-heads

Who always wanted bread, yup, some are dead

'Member Pumas and lottos, staircase rhymes?

McDonalds, the hood cartels, me and my Pablos?

Wash somethin', you frontin'?

Now we here we come, movin' like them spranglers with thirty-eights

Pull-out, we owe you one

Go, son, the roof was the batcave

A black slave, now I’m just addicted to rap

Holdin' the MAC, crazy it’s us, the dust boys

Who would ever think we touch toys?

Strictly just robbin' niggas and fuck choices

Aunt Priscilla and Lo, damn, I miss y’all

As a dumb youngin' so glad I never dissed y’all

But I was taught respect

The melders’ll throw your ass in check

Make the wrong move and get wet, BLAOW!

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Used to be a dreamer

Now I’m just a schemer

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Used to a breadm

Now I’m just a scheme

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