[Hook:]
The Realities of my Dreamworld (screwed)
The Realities of my Dreamworld (screwed)
I took some c**aine, 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** 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**h crib
Cuz i ran in and out after she dick sipped
Now whats the business? Huh?
Can't nobody ever steal the style of Mr. Van Gogh tho
Cuz i dont got one, i make this sh** 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**in 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** stepped on like the house's stairs
Name a n***a out who quite compares...
RapGod, every track hard
I should record this sh** at the House of Prayer
Yea, uh, Can't nobody ever pull the card of Mr. Van Gogh tho
Why?
Cuz i keep this sh** 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**in 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***a
In a bed with 4 or 5 dancers n***a
They say "you sold more records than Hanson n***a"
Ugly dude but the money made you handsome n***a
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***a
U gotta speak this sh** 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** 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***as getting ghost tho
Whoa