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supreme (se) - ghetto dream (get up!) pt. 1 lyrics

[verse 1: kidd]
you know the boy got many flows, but i chose-
to keep it o.g., cement 3’s on the flo
we ice cold, fridge flow, keep it low-key, like a baritone saxophone

“yo, pick up the phone when i call you!
you dumb b-tch, bring my money quick
that’s why i don’t front sh-t!”
these n-ggas scandalous, man they can’t handle us
yeah you protesting, but you ain’t hang with us
i’m paranoid, i’m off that angel dust
sh-t, (ugh) somebody laced my blunt
they set me up, now i’m sitting in the back of some truck
i hear a whisper, but i’m scared to look
just my luck, saw the car door unlocked
they hit a stop
peep the n-gga outside slanging some rock
maybe, i should hop out at the next stop
clear the block, hit the p-wn, exchange my chain for a glock
called my n-ggas told em’ meet at the box
hit up my pops, n-gga trippin’ talking bout ‘call the cops’
“nah, f-ck the cops! cus they ain’t funna help out
how many cops do it take for a traffic stop?”
they- rather search my whip, put me up on the car, ‘sir,-
you can’t do that’, i told you, there ain’t no weed in this car
but- let me not take this too far, let me get back to my story
so we met at the box
4 n-ggas with straps, and gats ready to attack
i led the way, made a right on the ave
told my n-ggas if we see the boy, don’t hesitate let em have-
every round in your clip, picked up the ooh-wop, put it right to my lips
took a hit, now i’m ready for war
saw them n-ggas walking out the corner store
one- had a arizona, he- dropped it on the floor
reached for his .38, but it was too late
before he took it out his draws, he-
took one to the heart, blood dripping on the sidewalk floor
don’t f-ck with the kidd if you ain’t ready for war!
we headed back to the box, made our way to the top
stashed our guns, promised not to tell, we got it locked
plus, there ain’t no time for jail
when you tryna make it in this maze where it’s hard to tell
who’s real or fake? or is this my last day?
that’s why when i can, i take some time and pray

as the ooh-wop gets smaller, i start to hear a sound
it- sounded like a bunch of kids f-cking around
that’s when i realized, this can’t be life
i must be knocked out, rubbed my eyes, slapped my face
am i alive?
told my n-gga head back to my place
when we reached, i told em ‘wait outside,’
the door was open, not a word was spoken
this sh-t was kinda weird
screamed out ‘mom’, but n0body hear
i went to my room, that’s when i saw the cacoon
on my bed, i was tossing and turning
then i heard someone said
“get up, yo get up!
you bout to be late son, get up!”
i woke up, i guess this was just another ghetto dream
yo, just another ghetto dream, (2x)
get up…

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