Tony Famous - The Legend Blues lyrics

Intro Yo, I had a dream last night and I was sitting at the table with Biggie, Pac, Jay-Z, Nas, and Kanye They turned and looked at me and was like, "Yo, you next." GOOD, what up? I need a deal man I got these loans I gotta pay back Verse In my legend blues Head so far in the clouds f** a pair of shoes I'm a need a parachute to lay these verses down Industry n***as pitching dreams and not a hit in town All these curves they've been throwing they should work the mound How many n***as really worthy of the crown Swear the hooks like Kareem, think it's magic when they hear the sound Showtime! Cali what up? I got some b**hes in the Valley with daddy problems that's down to f** I know some women with dreams back at the crib But they auction out the p**y to the highest bid Point her to the flyest whip, tightest grip The Tyler Perry sh** Who shooting the most n***as with the longest clips? I'm on that higher sh**, spitting real fire sh** Wheels turning, tire sh** Oh, you got that Midas sh**? f** a gold digger, never on some minor sh** Keep it 300, King Leonidas sh** Making real Gs moving on some silent sh** Always keep steel, never on some hyper sh** My n***as ready on some violent sh** One call and that pump open chests on some pirate sh** Rabbit as* I got a bag of tricks Filled with 9s that'll spit, watch it flip your entire 6 Close range that Nina will stain suits They listen for 10 shots but bananas are strange fruits Cash rules everything around me Tone get that money Dummy, you think it's sunny here come the rain Midway, where the kids will bang and leave brains on the street this is memory lane Where the semi is spraying And them n***as been praying But ain't no church in the wild so them n***as is preying For the licks and stains For the bricks and cane Just to stunt for fake n***as and that b**h for brain Our oppressors want to do it for the trips to Spain But we the slaves so we settle for the whips and chains Young money I'm Wayne With a mind like Bruce In the booth I'm Clark But I punch like Bane South Chicago alum, headed to the stars Even when them cells got low we never caught a charge In this galaxy that change won't come For 50 years, we've been singing the same songs that Sam sung These n***as want my soul, they Shang Tsung Cause I'm spitting Polaris, best believe we ain't the same son More heart when we come Air colder where I'm from, dawg I doubt we even breathing through the same lungs They made a list of the greats and mentioned Fame I guess you star 6-7'd dawg, they saying they ain't see your name I'm riding clean in that Black Mercedes My pockets good like I block for Brady I might take it undercover when I copy your lady Say he the one that brought the Magic back, how is that? I guess he's just the Chi McGrady House civil but the block was crazy Couple n***as put you in a scope for acting shady, mind your safety The Lost Files let them know it was real He doing numbers like that and they don't know how to feel Send some shots at these n***as I don't know if they healed These n***as tired I don't know if they will You got a big mouth Tone they ain't tell you to chill? (laughs) Yeah, they told me to chill But I swear that I'm the realest I can't keep it concealed I see the cards somebody get me a deal man what's up? Yeah, I see the cards somebody get me a deal Send some shots at these n***as I don't know if they healed Yeah, and I don't know if they will man what's up?