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letra de dreamer's finale - tric the tyrant

[intro: tric the tyrant]

[hook: amber reese]
i wrote this song for the dreamers
for the young black believers
for all my homies for the schemers
for those who saving for the beamer

[verse 1: tric the tyrant]
they say truth hurts
well, i don’t wanna suffer
i used to never lie
until the day i lied to mother
i felt like i was betraying my own
undercover
rappin acapella guess i was running for covers
no cover charge
never charge brothers
motherf-ck bruce rauner
tric tyrant for governor
that’s what dad wanted
guess i’ll do it for him
everything i did before
i did it for him
i did it for them
i did for me
i’ll keep dreaming
until they start believing
in visions filled with meaning
got these n-ggas hooked on my beats til they fiending
releasing all my anger in this music, they my demons
this track is so timeless, call it morgan freeman
are we really free though?
nice with the flow
like nash with the free throw
if everybody bad then tyrant is just evil
tyrant doesn’t need you
tyrant so ahead
that he make you look medieval
primeval
find another one like me
that’s a needle
haystacks
put it on my momma
boy, i’ll never sign to maybach
i’m not trynna make stacks
wanna be so good
that temi can’t say jack
make him just lay back
thinking bout this artistry
how luke these other artists be
put me in his top 3
tyrant, drizzy, pnd

[hook: amber reese]

[verse 2: tric the tyrant]
i told nina that i’m gonna be the f-cking best
she said chill tric
you sounding like you dr. west
you sounding like you pac boy
you sounding like you drizzy
never p-ss the roc boy
i learned that sh-t from swizzy
but i’ll never stop son
til i am the top one
find me cruising with my toms on
that’s a top gun
it doesn’t matter what you saying
i’m the rock son
hit you with the abstract
kinda like barack’s son
and now barack’s done
i don’t know where to look
when i tell my bros hit them books
you could be president
just do what mama has taught you
and be benevolent
ya my mama an angel
she truly heaven sent
i’ve been prepared
my homie, yo i’ve been ready
i got these bars, on my mind
yo they been heavy
trynna balance it all
keep my mental steady
never aspire to be my brother
yo where is that deadbeat
i got six real friends
one of them wicked
add kswiz and you know we f-ckin kickin
logan cabaret
yo you know we f-ckin k!lled it
brought black to the white shows
f-cking listen
momma used to tell me n-ggas never f-ckin listen
ty tried to give me brain
now it’s f-ckin missin
and she wonders if i’m home
why so f-cking distant
d-mn
can’t even blame it on the distance
and i ask her
how is life coming along
and she tells me that she never heard none of my songs
and i’ll be thinking about it when she pulling off her thong
ya i’m still dreaming of the p-ssy though it’s f-cking wrong
and i’ll compile all these thoughts into f-cking song
and i’ll be singing them whenever we don’t get along
and i’ll be singing for the hopeless lovers out in rome
and i’ll be singing for the hopeless l-sters getting dome
since i’m bound 2 to do it
my name is now jerome
is it wrong that i still fear
of dying alone

[hook] 2x

- tric the tyrant

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