VvG - Reality of a Dreamworld lyrics

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VvG - Reality of a Dreamworld lyrics

[Hook:] The Realities of my Dreamworld (screwed) The Realities of my Dreamworld (screwed) I took some c**aine, i took some propane I took my brain and took my pain And put it all on these tracks And made my dreamgirl [Verse:] And thats rap music, thats rap music Yall only worried bout that trap music This that "bout to bring that real sh** back" music "Put Charlotte,Carolina on the map" music No we on baby like I left my whip When i pulled up at yo b**h crib Cuz i ran in and out after she dick sipped Now whats the business? Huh? Can't nobody ever steal the style of Mr. Van Gogh tho Cuz i dont got one, i make this sh** up as I go ho Pulling up on low-pros, blowing more smoke More kicks than dojos, Currency the logo In the streets like a hobos, taking No-Doz Til i see the day that my muhf**in 0's swole Whoa [Hook:] The Realities of my Dreamworld (screwed) The Realities of my Dreamworld (screwed) I took my business mind and got on my grind And took all yall shine and took all these rhymes And put it all on these tracks And made my dreamworld [Verse:] Funny how the tables turn like Mr. Darnell Keep some trees on me like the New Car smell Got immunity just like Cam'Ron So the work bubble up like a Scantron And your sh** stepped on like the house's stairs Name a n***a out who quite compares... RapGod, every track hard I should record this sh** at the House of Prayer Yea, uh, Can't nobody ever pull the card of Mr. Van Gogh tho Why? Cuz i keep this sh** 100 & u already know so We outchea getting more dough And yall no-shows wifin' old hoes Claim you blowing loud but ain't really got no O's And my dough folds Til the day that the fiends keep they muhf**in nose closed Whoa [Hook:] The Realities of my Dreamworld (screwed) The Realities of my Dreamworld (screwed) Half these artists ain't half as gifted RapGod, i gotta talk the scriptures Verbal van Gogh, let me paint the picture [Verse:] So we woke up in a mansion n***a In a bed with 4 or 5 dancers n***a They say "you sold more records than Hanson n***a" Ugly dude but the money made you handsome n***a Gotta watch what you say cuz its too many listening Even with these lyrics im too gifted It Ain't about the rhymes Sometimes my n***a U gotta speak this sh** into existence Uh, weed pearled, layed back thinking this is Heaven Woke up in real life to an A7 Test drove the 911 RapGod the reverend, my reality is still a dreamworld Uh, wrist rose gold, worth a Volvo f** the po-po, keep the 4-4 and u know so Sipping Rose Mo' count more rolls in a Rolls tho Couldn't fathom how you n***as getting ghost tho Whoa