Chris Webby - In Your Dreams lyrics

[Verse 1: Spose] I used to have work clothes, looking like I rolled in a dirt road Boss was in jerk-mode now I got fans in the first row Used to blaze two in a prelude With my eyes all gla**y like a space-suit Spittin', gettin' pissy like a drug test Sippin' on a blood red Bud Hev' But I'm the best on the beats, it's destined to be S to the P, O to the S to the E Emceed, got cash for my speech I never went to sleep without gra** in my cleats I been earning a permanent place and I'm taking it pa**ionately But my biceps are looking like Avril Lavigne's I rep for Maine rap, I'm yet to change that Sweat where my taint at, yep, the same cat Jizzing on her vertebrae the way I came back If he ain't wack, he must have "Spizzy" on the name tag I been spittin' what the citizens livin' And my vision isn't primitive, is it? It's like visitin' When I deliver uninhibited rivetin' images Of villagers' children, I got definitive scribblin' Opponents groaning when I'm holding paper I think they're unfamiliar with my nomenclature All these hating thug rappers give me love after And my raps attract biters like a bug zapper [Hook: Spose & Chris Webby] They told me in your dreams Would I ever get to do this rap sh** Kept my head up and looked right past it And I don't know about you But I know I wanna do what I love And I'ma do it till the day that I'm done They told me in your dreams Would I ever get to live this life So I'm just making sure I'm living it right And I don't know about you But I'ma keep my trees rolled up At the top, looking down like, "What!?" [Verse 2: Chris Webby] You can find me posted up as a trace, and I stay in the cut Fat dutch with my hand on my nuts Wear a watch just ‘cause, I don't look at it much sh**, I don't "slap a the ba**," yo, I'm never in a rush - get it? Just a stoner, no college diploma But got a jar that's full of sour with a godly aroma Got a load of bullsh** I gotta deal with on the daily Success is a motherf**in' double edged blade, B That's how it is, just a matter of fact I'm a humble dude, yo, I just happen to rap And I do it to the fullest, what's the matter with that? sh**, I put the work in, let me gather my stacks Shouts to Maine, OOB From the 207 to the 203 Doing me, kicks clean when I step up in the scene f**ing with me? In your dreams! b**h, Webby! [Hook: Spose & Chris Webby] They told me in your dreams Would I ever get to do this rap sh** Kept my head up and looked right past it And I don't know about you But I know I wanna do what I love And I'ma do it till the day that I'm done They told me in your dreams Would I ever get to live this life So I'm just making sure I'm living it right And I don't know about you But I'ma keep my trees rolled up At the top, looking down like, "What!?" [Verse 3: Spose] I met some snakes in the apple like the first couple Burned in that kerfuffle, learned the ropes and turnbuckles So not to burst bubbles, but you must be wylin' If you think I will be silent like the word "subtle" I risked $100,000 on Spose, bros If you're not "all in" on you, you oughta fold Hunkered in my bunker tryna get it Until I'm light-headed as spelunkers in a crevice I got crowds yelling back like we're bickering Because I spit the sh** that's sicker than a chick who's sniffling The formula's a simple thing, you get the tickets, sit, and then you sip a drink I spit the hits that get you tickled pink around the nipple ring Let me show you where Maine is I'm from the pines, got lines like a flame-broiled angus I slang language, been sellin' it from the genesis Be ready ‘cause I'm heavy as Webby in the Connecticut Scene, but by L.L. Bean, they said IN YOUR DREAMS [Hook: Spose & Chris Webby] Would I ever get to do this rap sh** Kept my head up and looked right past it And I don't know about you But I know I wanna do what I love And I'ma do it till the day that I'm done They told me in your dreams Would I ever get to live this life So I'm just making sure I'm living it right And I don't know about you But I'ma keep my trees rolled up At the top, looking down like, "What!?"