Styles P  - Raw Dreams

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Intro:
I'm like fuckin’ out of it, you know?
High as fuck
I fell asleep, I gotta wake up
It's like I was just out of it, you know?

Verse-1;
You could be the shooter, you could get shot
Blood or a Crip, niggas slip, niggas get dropped (You know)
Yeah, I'm headed to the top
When you see in me in the slums, just consider it a pit stop (Pit stop)
Yeah, I’m always with the shits, but
I don't see the trip, estate 'rounds in them flip flops (Nah)
Shit, I'll be prayin' five times or
Holdin' five nines, let me tell you how I slipped, doc (Let me tell you)
I was on a dean with a thirty-eight revolver in my size forty jeans
Livin' out the wrong dream (Wrong dreams)
Crossed a lot of times, I ain't die on the stake, so (I ain’t die)
What it’s gon' take to see what the Lord see? (What it gon’ take?)
Know the path of Muhammad and the liquor and the chronic
But I'm numb to the word like I'm a Thorazine (I'm numb)
Everybody’s a brother (Ayy) until they say they ain't
Love is love, if it ain't, then I let the four beam
Ghost

Chorus:
I'm prayin' to the heavens and I'm talkin' to the Father
But I'm high and I'm havin' raw dreams
Yeah, I hope the prayer register
I'm at the cash register and all I know is give me more cream (More cream)
I'm prayin' to the heavens and I'm talkin' to the Father
But I'm high and I'm havin' raw dreams
Yeah, I hope the prayer register
I'm at the cash register and all I know is give me more cream (More cream)

Verse-2;
Lotta money to make, so let me get to it (Get to it)
Lotta thoughts in my mind, let me sift through 'em (Sift through 'em)
You ain't hip to it, forty-five got kick to it (Hahaha)
Make music for dope boys, they love to whip to it (They love to whip to it)
Tryna show 'em my growth, so don't stunt it, nigga (Don't stunt it)
Sweatsuit got a couple thou of hundreds, nigga
You thinkin' I'm frontin'? Nigga, 'scuse me, pardon my back (Pardon my back)
Little homie got the uzi, he partin' your back (What up?)
If you ask can you live then you can't (Can't)
You do what you could and I do what I can (I do)
All they said I couldn't do just to prove I'm the man (I'm the man)
Not a werewolf or lion but the times are the sand (Oww)
My mind is advanced, put time in a trance
Throw a sign to the sky just to line up a chin (What up?)
Nigga, this is ghost talk, you hearin' the Ghost rhyme (You hear me?)
Put you in a ghost trance, you are on Ghost time
Out, nigga

Chorus:
I'm prayin' to the heavens and I'm talkin' to the Father
But I'm high and I'm havin' raw dreams
Yeah, I hope the prayer register
I'm at the cash register and all I know is give me more cream (More cream)
I'm prayin' to the heavens and I'm talkin' to the Father
But I'm high and I'm havin' raw dreams
Yeah, I hope the prayer register
I'm at the cash register and all I know is give me more cream (More cream)

Outro:
I'm prayin' to the heavens and I'm talkin' to the Father
But I'm high and I'm havin' raw dreams
Yeah, I hope the prayer register
I'm at the cash register and all I know is give me more cream
I'm prayin' to the heavens and I'm talkin' to the Father
But I'm high and I'm havin' raw dreams
Yeah, I hope the prayer register
I'm at the cash register
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