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letra de reality of a dreamworld - vvg

[hook:]
the realities of my dreamworld (screwed)
the realities of my dreamworld (screwed)
i took some cocaine, i took some propane
i took my brain and took my pain
and put it all on these tracks
and made my dreamgirl

[verse:]
and thats rap music, thats rap music
yall only worried bout that trap music
this that “bout to bring that real sh-t back” music
“put charlotte,carolina on the map” music
no we on baby like i left my whip
when i pulled up at yo b-tch crib
cuz i ran in and out after she d-ck sipped
now whats the business? huh?
can’t n0body ever steal the style of mr. van gogh tho
cuz i dont got one, i make this sh-t up as i go ho
pulling up on low-pros, blowing more smoke
more kicks than dojos, currency the logo
in the streets like a hobos, taking no-doz
til i see the day that my muhf-ckin 0’s swole
whoa

[hook:]
the realities of my dreamworld (screwed)
the realities of my dreamworld (screwed)
i took my business mind and got on my grind
and took all yall shine and took all these rhymes
and put it all on these tracks
and made my dreamworld

[verse:]
funny how the tables turn like mr. darnell
keep some trees on me like the new car smell
got immunity just like cam’ron
so the work bubble up like a scantron
and your sh-t stepped on like the house’s stairs
name a n-gga out who quite compares…
rapgod, every track hard
i should record this sh-t at the house of prayer
yea, uh, can’t n0body ever pull the card of mr. van gogh tho
why?
cuz i keep this sh-t 100 & u already know so
we outchea getting more dough
and yall no-shows wifin’ old hoes
claim you blowing loud but ain’t really got no o’s
and my dough folds
til the day that the fiends keep they muhf-ckin nose closed
whoa

[hook:]
the realities of my dreamworld (screwed)
the realities of my dreamworld (screwed)
half these artists ain’t half as gifted
rapgod, i gotta talk the scriptures
verbal van gogh, let me paint the picture

[verse:]
so we woke up in a mansion n-gga
in a bed with 4 or 5 dancers n-gga
they say “you sold more records than hanson n-gga”
ugly dude but the money made you handsome n-gga
gotta watch what you say cuz its too many listening
even with these lyrics im too gifted
it ain’t about the rhymes sometimes my n-gga
u gotta speak this sh-t into existence
uh, weed pearled, layed back thinking this is heaven
woke up in real life to an a7
test drove the 911
rapgod the reverend, my reality is still a dreamworld
uh, wrist rose gold, worth a volvo
f-ck the po-po, keep the 4-4 and u know so
sipping rose mo’ count more rolls in a rolls tho
couldn’t fathom how you n-ggas getting ghost tho
whoa

- vvg

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