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letra de lucid dreams - g-two

[verse 1: g-two]
gats in holsters, girls on shoulders/
doing what vh1 and the worldstar shows us/
soldiers deep up in the street/
get the twenty-one gun salute, and white sheet/
see the n-ggas i be with today, been about the pistol play/
know i got it on me, but i use it in a different way/
you see a f-ck n-gga (would) rather be remembered as a felon/
a real n-gga (would) rather do a bid for never tellin’/
i hear that heaven is a step away/
ironic how you get a step closer to it every day/
we all moving on that stairway/
i’m stuck in limbo, humming hymns from my airway/
motherf-ck some airplay, i’d rather touch the heart of the streets/
you take a look at my face, you’ll see the mark of the beast/
i bring you into my world, it’s just the artist in me/
it’s food for thought, i give them all they can eat/

hook:
now in this world, of twists and turns/
the spliff gets burned – you live, you learn/
intelligent gangstas get the money, do your thing/
my old head told me don’t sleep on your dreams/
now in this world, of twists and turns/
the spliff gets burned – you live, you learn/
intelligent gangstas get the money, do your thing/
my old head told me don’t sleep on your dreams/

[verse 2: sonny m. hoffa]
see some of my n-ggas married, and some of my n-ggas buried/
it showed me that love exists, but still pray for my adversaries/
hard to spot the fake when you’re living life identical/
the sub tossing slugs to n-ggas tossing subliminals/
when you grow genitals? speaking horizontally/
n-ggas with no hustle blame their stress on the economy/
get your grind up the world has been f-cked up/
excuses is for p-ssies; pull your skirt down and your nuts up/
i got a problem with a man i ask him ‘what’s up?’/
sit him down face to face to figure out what’s what/
my pride won’t get me k!lled but yours might get you crucified/
i coincide with the rules of getting dough or either die/
y’all n-ggas go with the wind, won’t catch me swaying sides/
check my resumé – no question if m dot gon’ ride/
i’m battle tested, double breasted hard bottom sh-t/
they ask me who i’m with? tell them the get money conglomerate/

[verse 3: g-two]
my mind’s eyes peep the world in a few colors/
black and white several shades of gray/
beneath this tree trying to conjure up the shade today/
so i paint a picture on a paper ‘fore it fade away/
mean i’m finding life’s meaning kissing misses mary jane/
twisting something steady, brain spinning like a hurricane/
storming heavy as a beast of the southern wild/
probably walk 100 miles, just to see my momma smile/
if you seen it, you’d get it – if you didn’t you wouldn’t/
the reward in this game is you get out what you put in/
get your balance and footing, take a step when you’re ready/
too much sh-t on my brain, may end up breaching the levy/
i’m just keeping it steady, such insatiable hunger/
fighting demons showed me there really are angels among us/
but it’s like anything in between fades/
so i dream like the fellow with a genie these days/

- g two

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