Dreams N Reality

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I promise you I ain't no bitch
Just cause my name starts with J
Dreaming
All black
Maybach
Making me think like Jay-Z
Billionaire sport
Billionaire sport
Ball is outta bounds
I look up at the sky
I look up at the sky
I know, God, I know I try
Cause he gon judge me when the sky falls down

Rappers should just ignore the Grammys
Go back to your loving family
I don't want my music an object or a trophy
I just wanna enjoy the music
Kicking it back yea with my homies
Cause I can count on them
I don't know where home be
I can count on my homies
I see the light like its Dark Knight
Its a call to action
It's all black and white its all Micheal Jackson
Hundred soldiers wait till you have a black Sun
Pretty girl, bad breath it's a fatal attraction
Adding, subtracting it all leads to subtraction
On the train of life,
I'm finding traction
Make them leave the house always a nasty reaction
Math nerd all he talks about is adding some fractions
Boujee girl all she talks about is finding new captions

Dreams and reality
The same thing that's what it seems
Some people say being broke is really looking through the picture screen
Two phone classic
But ain't no two face Baby Keem
Scary when I walk out that door
But it ain't no Halloween
I got four eggs for breakfast
I got a tamale for lunch
I cant find no Chick-fil-A like a bitch named Tiffany
Just met the architect
I told him to make my day
Cause I Hip-Hop on Thursdays
I'm still spitting all the words
He got a drop-top for his birthday
These rich kids on something different
I don't know if I can really fuck with them
You talk that bullshit I don't even know if its up for discussion
I been up all night I don't follow no instructions
All these bangers are enough to give your whole crew a concussion

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Yall know I don't act a bitch
Yall know I don't be acting rich
I'll get there someday
But for now ill stay in my place
Fake thugs and gangsters
I tell em fuckers to get out my face
So much shit to unpack
You could say I have a motherfuckin' briefcase
I'll give you another song and leave it on the table
I say fuck it I don't need a motherfuckin label
To God I say yes and to him I stay faithful