100 Dream$ by XyZ Lyrics
[verse 1: XyZ]
Whats a soul to a vulture? control the culture?
We make the rules, fuck making news ,making moves toward the moon i'm spaced out, my mind alright, pass the spliff nasa shit ,see i'm high off flights,sippin that martin luther,activist rapping the advocate of the ape squad, fresh to death ain't no question dressing in grave yards ,hyping these niggas up like they paid y'all ,doing drugs, pushin keys,eyes closed , i'm ray charles,modeslty embracing my oddity ,got to be fly to be as high as me, these niggas claim they villains , i show no love,draw some blood and paint the ceiling , hotter than Miami winters ,sinning for an honest living ,i dont need you phony fakes, barbed wire wrapped around the holy gates, so if i die before i wake, i pray i live in outter space ,the realest nigga in the room i feel so out of place, no eviction,reminiscent of my after living,suicidal tendencies ,this a death note gotta be yagami taking L'S , there's power in these pages ,turn you to an evil god,raising hell like a satin seance ,the fear tucked inside the Marley,wrapped, i'ma face it, i'm out this world my nigga welcome to the matrix ,good grief you could've did better , see i can take you higher no peer pressure, i know some real niggas in the vile,raising steel, like magneto captain slave a hoe i ain't really for the saving shit, these niggas ain't fucking with the GOD see i guess they all atheist
Whats a soul to a vulture? control the culture?
We make the rules, fuck making news ,making moves toward the moon i'm spaced out, my mind alright, pass the spliff nasa shit ,see i'm high off flights,sippin that martin luther,activist rapping the advocate of the ape squad, fresh to death ain't no question dressing in grave yards ,hyping these niggas up like they paid y'all ,doing drugs, pushin keys,eyes closed , i'm ray charles,modeslty embracing my oddity ,got to be fly to be as high as me, these niggas claim they villains , i show no love,draw some blood and paint the ceiling , hotter than Miami winters ,sinning for an honest living ,i dont need you phony fakes, barbed wire wrapped around the holy gates, so if i die before i wake, i pray i live in outter space ,the realest nigga in the room i feel so out of place, no eviction,reminiscent of my after living,suicidal tendencies ,this a death note gotta be yagami taking L'S , there's power in these pages ,turn you to an evil god,raising hell like a satin seance ,the fear tucked inside the Marley,wrapped, i'ma face it, i'm out this world my nigga welcome to the matrix ,good grief you could've did better , see i can take you higher no peer pressure, i know some real niggas in the vile,raising steel, like magneto captain slave a hoe i ain't really for the saving shit, these niggas ain't fucking with the GOD see i guess they all atheist