cho: addicted, mentally afflicted, brain on drugs, been riskin it wit like- minded thugs, so long you can't do s@#t but shrug, cuz you know you addicted, (fast money, bitches, and cars) addicted ( blowin til you inches from mars) addicted (to pain) and you've become a circumstance to the game

cho: even though i know you know you dead... I don't know where you went.. I know where they laid ya head... but don't know where yo soul was sent, wish I could ask you, what happens as you pass to the other side, is it really like we think when its time to die, like disappearing ink do you come back to life, it's ya deathday, wish i could ask you...

cho: fa gimme god, fa everything i can't just yet let be, bless me on bended knee, please fa gimme God, fa things I may say or do while testin me, (thought i was followin my destiny), faGimme God

ya nig tryin to live life calmer, palm uh my leather hand grab fa the llama, again? im only a man wit bad karma, shootin to win as a few men die in dis-honor, when all i ever wanted to do was just stack a dollar I'll apologize to my mama fa the drama I caused her besides these are the lives uh the restless, aint so young no mo, probably before the year end, imma give the game one mo go, weed sedated me, bein hungry baited me, the money motivated me, "Take it fa the sake of everything you'v waited so impatiently to see flourish, ain't gone leave MY piece uh that there bakery to fake G's wit no courage!" my marriage to the game has been a rocky terrain, watchn niguhs perish in pain fa the block he claim is a lame way to go but the fame it take control, naw it ain't no walk uh shame in the way we roll, money motivated me to be the niguh, jail made me take a knee, but the money made me reconsider hit the pot and take a drink, tryn to see the bigger picture... I can't so I burn anotha swisher, get money! know ye not, that to whom ye yield yourselves servants to obey, his servants you are to whom ye obey; whether of sin unto death, or of obedience unto righteousness? ROMANS 6: 16

I’m dreaming, my pillow is a cloud, out loud I count sheep, sheep,sheep Sleep, Eyes Wide Shut Close to Dead as I wanna be Breathe… again, under water, water under me I thought was gin I’m drunk, the drank took a chunk out my janxy liver Counting backwards from five is all I remember Thoughts feeling syrupy, assuredly gots to be why I’m illin currently Ain’t popped a chill pill in a long time Third degree arm burn on my mind, make it hard to see time’s truth Where’d the night go? Rhymin in a booth like a psycho Good morning Aladdin They think I’m rappin in my sleep cuz my eyes low But it’s the hydro, my coyotes be quarterbackin Chorus: I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming my pillow is a cloud, out loud I count sheep I’m dreaming, my pillow is a cloud, I’m, I’m dreaming My pillow is as close to dead as I wanna be I’m dreaming, I know cuz I don’t exist I’m just a figment of your imagination You’re a figment of mine The blunt’s odorless on the clock there’s no time For you cock-a-roaches On this information highway, what a tangled web we weave It’s got a strangehold on the reality that you receive It’s all a fantasy, a test where you challenge me to be free (to be free) I accept (I accept) And plug my battery into the tree of life as I reflect Connected emphatically if you see the light in death I read and write with a higher dialect Breathe on a selective quality of bright lights for all the side effects I might fall victim to the pyrotechnics in my dreams I remember their nails diggin into me, just as well as their screams Seldom seems a niguh be well in tune wit embellishin in hellish things Illegally sellin his wings Chorus: … my pillow is a cloud, out loud I count sheep I’m dreaming, my pillow is a cloud, I’m, I’m dreaming My pillow is as close to dead as I wanna be Thank you fa ya oath, ya pedigre The growth of a snowball the death of a centipede to enthrall me of what woulda been Shoulda knew better but I couldn’t believe it was all to ball together and the good of men No longer sleepwalking, I be talking to you often The friend I never had, you had my back in Soledad and Folsom All the lad owes him is his life and devotion Got me approachin every stoplight lookin at the sky for good coachin Cuz without you… I’m a zombie I eat brains doubtin that you exist Cuz my appetite feeds on pain Ignorance is bliss but you in prison mentally, a statistic That systematic trick ain’t happen accidentally Your seed, landed where it was mean to be The enemy handed you over just before he stole your identity That’s sad you just a soldier in a bigger war you don’t know how he got your signature do you cuz you’re dreaming… Chorus: I’m Dreaming (they’ll never see your grace) I’m dreaming My pillow is a cloud, out loud I count sheep I’m dreaming… my pillow is a cloud (they’ll never know your face) I’m I’m dreaming, My pillow is as close to dead as I wanna be… I dream… I dream… I dream… they’ll never see your grace… they’ll never know your face… I dream… I dream… I dream… They’ll never see your grace… (sleepwalking, we all can keep gawkin, cheap talkin and die…to the lullaby) I dream… they’ll never know your face… (sleepwalking, we all can keep gawkin, cheap talkin and die…to the lullaby) I dream… I dream… I dream… they’ll never see your grace… they’ll never know your face I dream… I dream… I dream… They’ll never see your grace… (sleepwalking, we all can keep gawkin, cheap talkin and die…to the lullaby) I dream… they’ll never know your face… (sleepwalking, we all can keep gawkin, cheap talkin and die…to the lullaby) It shall even be as when an hungry man dreameth, and, behold, he eateth; but he awaketh, and his soul is empty: or as when a thirsty man dreameth, and, behold, he drinketh; but he awaketh, and, behold, he is faint; and his soul hath appetite: so shall the multitude of all the nations be, that fight against mount Zion. Isaiah 29:8

Cho: money come money go so fast, fast, fast Hard to be legit when i know that won't last, if ya pimp keep ya toes in that hoe's ass, simple arithmetic fits the whole world in ya glass tell em if they ask Money come money go so fast, fast fast That's why i got to smash, they'd rather see me broke collectin coke bottles out the trash, provokin me to go get it how I got it in the past, tell em if they ask...

Cho: Hey, hey, The world's, whatever you make of it, Take into account, ya.. love.. of..money and the things you can't, get enough, of... whatever you make of it