Aaron Rose & J57 - The Root of Sole lyrics

[Intro: Skit] - You're a dreamer. Too much money is bad for dreamers - So he tried to pay me in flattery, telling me that I am a dreamer. Well, I do dream. Dreams that could never guess - You're nerves are fried, doc. Now calm down, get a grip on yourself. You've been working too hard on your [?] - That's [?] for great scientists - You're brain is too feeble to conceive what I accomplished. I am of science - You've made some great scientific discovery. What is it? - When you find out, it'll be too late for you - Oh come, doc. You can't pretend to control a man's destiny - I've already proved it [Verse: Aaron Rose] I was a youngin', pants under the waist, tryna locate Who I really am, come in the [?], stuck in the maze Start a bowl of [?], tryna progress Meditated with the flow to demonstrate who the best But y'all don't feel me I came up, never change up But everyone else chasing the fame to get there change up I'm tryna live on like 47 acres n***as study me, but my business ain't there major, I cut cla**ics Still at the top of cla**, school of hard knocks, I pa**ed it Everlasted, never understood your failure In the reservoir, my dogs we all gods They say we go to Heaven, Hell knocking on my door I raise up with the razor [?] the Devil From his horns to his jaw We sound the trumpet off even near d**h You're near d**h, p**y-k**er, never fear breasts I ear wreck like a stand-up n***a, I am You keep the record spinning so you still, my fan I steer with the whip, but still shot, give 'em tints for fun But don't stare at the son n***a, my time's begun They took a daylight saving, over Corleone Never ever reach a playlist, I must've made it 'Cause if you really hate then I'm doing something greater I spit with my team so the cheese meet the greater [Outro] Too much money is bad for dreamers. Dreaming of something new?