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rick syrus - meek mill dreams and nightmares (my version) lyrics

all my life i’ve had dreams, dreams of being an ill mc, but the city im in holds me i need to out breech, plant my seed, tell you my life story… what im telling you is it’s kind of boring, started with a mother with a heart of gold and a father who was a villain, who’d rather do a satanic k!lling then deal with his sons feelings, this story isn’t at all appealing so if you dont feel like reading and dealing with my folded heart.. that in the end you’ll be stealing, this a fake state that im creating i know you’ve been patiently waiting but i f-cking hate my real father for petesake so dont even think im pulling a prank, went from popping pills to sniffing m. e. t. h., spell that out for me tell me that my daddy was thinking about me daily, don’t say it’s a fake dream, cuz to me i don’t have a team my father didn’t love me made me kinda mean and i dont wanna have to call you mr.clean and clean your bean with no hand and m.i.c in front of me, tell me my words dont go together with this beat complimentary, ima murder this completely like my father did to kimberly back in 82 or 83 dont know what year but clearly you gonna end up r.i.p. f-cking with me and im on that tipsy on genesee st off that hennessy and i’ll still k!ll yall with a nuke k!llstreak gonna off that beat from meek and you gonna see how i murder lines when i go on a bar k!lling spree i bet yall ain’t even getting me, so i split my personality right in front of thee, left them in the back uttering his words are ungodly, dont let me go poseidon get raged and start cracking, begin rapping cuz you out snapped when i got you tapping this like tapout it’s a madhouse and im punching out when i black out, get it na cuz your mind tapped out saying this is rap how, use these words to flow and you’ll see about now that i should wear the crown when i’m the illest writer around i ain’t even gotta rap now how that sound cuz im going underground without making any dollars or pounds, but you don’t wanna go pound for pound, end up on the ground not your fault you caused an earthquake i could smoke yall like dank cuz im not fake so what you thank…

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