Tric The Tyrant - Dreamer's Finale lyrics

[Intro: Tric the Tyrant] [Hook: Amber Reese] I wrote this song for the dreamers For the young black believers For all my homies for the schemers For those who saving for the beamer [Verse 1: Tric the Tyrant] They say truth hurts Well, I don't wanna suffer I used to never lie Until the day I lied to mother I felt like I was betraying my own Undercover Rappin acapella guess I was running for covers No cover charge Never charge brothers Motherf** Bruce Rauner Tric Tyrant for governor That's what Dad wanted Guess I'll do it for him Everything I did before I did it for him I did it for them I did for me I'll keep dreaming Until they start believing In visions filled with meaning Got these n***as hooked on my beats til they fiending Releasing all my anger in this music, they my demons This track is so timeless, call it Morgan Freeman Are we really free though? Nice with the flow Like Nash with the free throw If everybody bad then Tyrant is just evil Tyrant doesn't need you Tyrant so ahead That he make you look medieval Primeval Find another one like me That's a needle Haystacks Put it on my momma Boy, I'll never sign to Maybach I'm not trynna make stacks Wanna be so good That Temi can't say Jack Make him just lay back Thinking bout this artistry How luke these other artists be Put me in his top 3 Tyrant, Drizzy, PND [Hook: Amber Reese] [Verse 2: Tric the Tyrant] I told Nina that I'm gonna be the f**ing best She said chill Tric You sounding like you Dr. West You sounding like you Pac boy You sounding like you Drizzy Never pa** the roc boy I learned that sh** from Swizzy But I'll never stop son Til I am the top one Find me cruising with my toms on That's a Top Gun It doesn't matter what you saying I'm the rock son Hit you with the abstract Kinda like Barack's son And now Barack's done I don't know where to look When I tell my bros hit them books You could be president Just do what Mama has taught you And be benevolent Ya my mama an angel She truly heaven sent I've been prepared My homie, yo I've been ready I got these bars, on my mind Yo they been heavy Trynna balance it all Keep my mental steady Never aspire to be my brother Yo where is that deadbeat I got six real friends One of them wicked Add Kswiz and you know we f**in kickin Logan Cabaret Yo you know we f**in k**ed it Brought black to the white shows f**ing listen Momma used to tell me n***as never f**in listen Ty tried to give me brain Now it's f**in missin And she wonders if I'm home Why so f**ing distant Damn Can't even blame it on the distance And I ask her How is life coming along And she tells me that she never heard none of my songs And I'll be thinking about it when she pulling off her thong Ya I'm still dreaming of the p**y though it's f**ing wrong And I'll compile all these thoughts into f**ing song And I'll be singing them whenever we don't get along And I'll be singing for the hopeless lovers out in Rome And I'll be singing for the hopeless lusters getting dome Since I'm Bound 2 to do it My name is now Jerome Is it wrong that I still fear Of dying alone [Hook] 2X