Threezy - Dreams (Dreams and Nightmare's Remix) lyrics

I had a dream one night So I decided to chase it Came to the realization Life is what you make it Told myself Imma make it Lotta people be hatin' But I know better than to listen they imagination be vacant They sittin round complacent Lazy callin me crazy To them all is say is I saw an opportunity so I had to take it You want your dream job well you gotta create it They say the virtue is patience But I'm tired of waiting Now I'm creating art like Mozart had painted Like Basquiat sang it Like Pica**o be banging My sh** so artistic i got Mona Lisa waving So f**in crazy I got the Sahara Desert rainin The Pacific evaporatin' Truth be what I'm statin' My career on plan Right now I'm leavin the station I got the whole world like god damn And I got God's Hand round my neck f** satan He won't never get my check He won't never get my life He won't ever have me wrecked Cuz I'm my own messiah And you should be too This is straight biblical ironic that imma Jew Demons all on the news Trying to change our views Change of perspectives cool just as long as you don't lose you Believe in yourself that's all you need Other people will see and might get they minds in sync... So I guess I be a leader Follow me in my sneakers I'm talkin to all the dreamers f** all of the reapers We gon k** em all so make sure you pack your heater! My dogs I'mma feed 'em Fresh meat keep it seasoned You know it's Threezy season So I don't play no defense This sh** a straight attack They say I'm whack but they can go and laugh Imma release my wrath Rep my city on my cap Put the team all on my back No time for all the crap Rollin' round in my hatchback Y'all try'n not react Y'all act like f**in clowns Cuz you know I'm where it's at I be after that crown So I be rappin till I get that (Woah) Yall thought I was gonna back down? Look at this cracker rap now WWE with the track That's a smack down! White as a ghost but I bet Yall can see me now Bet you hear me now Now I f**in run the town Build it up to tear it down! Fill my lungs to clear it out Bumpin so loud Bout to pull a f**in tendon in my neck Your brain can't compute this you gon need some higher tech You gon need to look in the mirror just to get yourself in check And soon I be writing checks b**hes they be wet That ain't been my goal but in this life that's what you get Riches on my wrist Choppers I got clips Semi-automatic but every shots a f**in hit Wanna blow 'em off but gotta save some for the end And that that I'm hot we can finally begin.... It's Threezy season b**h