Dust Clear - Stann Smith

I could’ve been dead meat, I send em my regards

They only want red meat, whoever get involved

Bad hand dealt, I’m Houdini with the cards

I can’t feel guilt, we told the world who we are

Don’t switch up, I’ve been official

Premonitions filling out venues while picking out menus

I continue, people amaze

Eyebrows raise, think I’m a criminal

Cause in a way, I don’t make money traditional

Something to save for 8 dollars hourly wage

Cotton picking, you trippin, you really gotta be slaves

Keep your name tagged, I’ll do it like Dame Dash

My son got cookies and chickens don’t play dad

You should know

I Hakeem (lio) when I stroll

Hakeem got me big so I’m reapin what I sow

I might Hakeem the dream if you see me in the post

All praises, do it for the coast: Brooklyn

I do my thing, they always see me in the cut, ya

I’m from the Kings I bet they grip him from the jump, ya

I’m from a city it ain’t many you could trust here

Fear the sober, we gon be here when the dust clear

Check it, Usain Bolt track record

Really it ain’t even close when I pass second

Half a second got me actin like Jefferson

Ya I’m movin' on up, never settlin'

Floor o' da (Florida?) quicksand trynapay the rent

They only option is to work another shift

My only option is to hustle til I’m rich

Retirement, they said I wouldn’t reach twenty-six

People tell me «work for your 401k»

I bet you Bill Gates make it all in one day

Hit the lotto, I ain’t never playin' take five

I’m makin hits and making history the same time

Told em in C.R.E.A.M, sober with the black wings

Right in front of the screen, the revolution supervene

Sober, fear, death to my oversees

Til freedom appears, my two fingers in the air (ya)

I do my thing, they always see me in the cut, ya

I’m from the Kings I bet they grip him from the jump, ya

I’m from a city it ain’t many you could trust here

Fear the sober, we gon be here when the dust clear