Austin - Smoking With My Stylist lyrics

[Intro] Dear world 2Pac had a dream,Biggie had a dream Mandela had a dream,Kenyatta had a dream(254.254) Martin had a dream(R.I.P) TMC [Verse 1:Global Gleechie] Martin had a dream,Trayvon had a dream Black people,we still struggling Its so hard to see,sippin' Hennessy Pourin' up drank,just to clear our minds Blowing up clouds,this sh** is over me Hip-hop saved me,lets make a baby With these melodies,lets call her Brenda Hip-hop saved me,Dipset raised me Harlem shaked me,Paid In Full me (Free Max B) Foreign currency,just to change the scene In a foreign V,me and my lady We both Gucci. She understands me Trips to Italy,just to spend some cheese(balling) Hip-hop saved me,with these harmonies AMG my team. Gold Gang my squad. Squad... [Verse 2: 254_Austin] I look at my heroes and the all smiling But i know behind closed doors the all cried Even Jesus was God's son but he still died So when faced with an obstacle hommie just fight Looking up at the sky "Lord give me a sign" I don't know if its there or am I just blind All these questions and the answers I can't find But one thing for certain,I'mma stay on my grind Apart from these raps its money on my mind Forget about the past we leaving that behind Think of today,and what they see tomorrow And live for today,you may not see tomorrow No pity in the streets. A hustler can't borrow Its a cold world if you didn't know I'm trynna tell you the truth,this the true rap The truest rap you'll hear out the 254 And that's a wrap n***a