[Intro: Brezden]
(Thank you, Daniel)
Yeah
I be havin' lucid-, it's like I can't move
Yeah
I be havin' lucid dreams like I-, yeah
[Verse 1: Brezden]
I be havin' lucid dreams, it's like I can't move
I put my life inside this rappin', so I can't lose
They be actin' like they real, but it's fake news
I want drugs, I want love, but I can't choose
Gettin' love in the city, gettin' hate, too
If you blow up in they face, they'll hate you
Can you give me my shit back? That just ain't you
Woke up in the mornin', made a song, I ain't a fool
Gang told me I'm gon' blow, say it's fake, fool
I told my bitch that I got hoеs, but she fake, fool
Flexin' monеy, you ain't pay the bail, that shit ain't cool
6'5, but I stand on my money and I'm 8'2
Yeah, my figure skinny, I swear that my plate full
Shawty sippin' Henny, put her in a great move
Bitch, I'm really winnin', go sit at the table
He said he was spinnin', he was tellin' fables
I had no friends as a kid, so I came up dolo
I seen dope fiends where I live, but I came up polo
Learnin' nun', but trust a soul, so I'm rockin' solo (Yeah)
I did ten in a week, first time I did promo
[Interlude: Brezden, AMG Dolo, Both]
Havin' lucid dreams, it's like I can't
Uh
I be havin' lucid dreams, it's like I can't move
I be havin' lucid dreams like I can't move (I put my life inside this rappin', so I can't lose)
I be havin' lucid dreams, it's like I can't move
[Chorus: AMG Dolo & Brezden]
I be havin' lucid dreams like I can't move
Niggas out here tryna scam like they work at school
We'll teach a nigga a lesson, yeah, we got some rules
[Verse 2: AMG Dolo]
Basically, I got credits to talk my shit
Like the end of the movie, we addin' extra clips
We been told him if he pull up then that's suicide
Like a drive-through, he gon' pull up then we feed his ass them bullets
I'm the man but I ain't crooked
And my niggas'll score in the sun, but I ain't talkin' 'bout Devin Booker
He feel like James, it was hard for him to up his rocket
And I'm the other James, I'm the king so you can't stop it
Yeah, he got pain in him
You lookin' inside him
He ain't got sane in him
The streets made him go insane, ain't no change in him
But he just want the bread
He don't want no job, he'd just rather serve to the fiends instead
We got sticks, they'll fill him up with hella lead
I got hoes doin' what I say, I feel like Simon Says
And she gon' suck me up 'cause I got a lil' bit of motion
She give me brain like emoji, a new explosion
What's your exposure?
We tryna extort somebody
And how you up that gun and shoot, you ain't tryna catch no body
He look away when he let off the fire
He not even like that, that nigga a liar
Listen to me, you put in a trance, I had niggas inspired
My niggas scorin' like Ball brother, and he talk 'bout spire
Better not change on your brother, that's just how you expire
Better not pull up on that block, you'll come and die here, lighter
I flick it once, she blink, I know she fuckin'
We on the go, everything is green, it's a bucket
Rushin' in the field, you get on defense, we gon' truck him
Said he lost his mans in that shit, that Glock took him
Yeah
[Chorus: AMG Dolo]
I be havin' lucid dreams like I can't move
Niggas out here tryna scam like they work at school
We'll teach a nigga a lesson, that's just how we rule
Yeah, that's just how we rule
[Outro: AMG Dolo]
Put 'em in, shorty
Put the laws in play, you go in order, nigga
