Demond Dushawn - D.R.E.A.M (feat. The Black Mavericks)

Sittin' at the light, saw this Benz truck, dope shit
Nodded at the kid, awesome, what up
Chrome kit, not one to assume, but you can tell from the tunes
That he blast, it's a different demographic

Light change, I ease out slow, into the traffic
He heavy on the gas, had to fly past
We both made the left, into the same spot
The boy said, I'm bout to teach a old ass bout hip-hop

I told him one thing's for certain, open the curtain
And I'ma prove I'm a better version
Match whips, I see you, dumb as Donald
Suggest you pause your words like a glitch

Mitch McConnell, clown, Barnum, and Bailey
Type of charm I don't miss, Dawn Staley with scope
Israeli firearm, your letter excursion
I suggest you save your breath

Before I let the tech fly like an angry ref
We on the grind, till we grind out
My brother gon' work it out, 1 to dial
Move out the way now

We out here tryna work it out
Build it up, break it down
Look around, nobody make a move now
I'm by your side till we ride out

Like how can I move the crowd
With a verse, Mother Earth, only child
We out here tryna work it out
Build it up, break it down

Wanna dial, move out the way now
I shine above the skyline
That's the height I climb
Fourth quarter over, gotta play it like it's overtime

Shift my gears into overdrive without a grind
Creator, always color outside the line
Gotta grind like peppercorn, givin' my max
I'm a killer man if you approach me from around the horn

Tobias, grip the beat like pliers
We multiply together so racism won't divide us
Grew up, we was outside, Chicago street wise
The A train, listen to B-side

Park on the hill, no enfamil, record it then rewind
Mind state infinite, ridiculous hang time
The world revolves in my palm, the mic is a gang sign
Anything for cream, Hakeem The Dream when it's game time

They hate it when we practice, our magic is show time
The cream came between us Dip Set
We really mean it
Heard somebody, stop the violence
The street go undefeated, leavin' kids all alone in the home

The grim reap it, bluff the cop, do a sweep every week
Lord Jesus, can somebody help us out of this trap
It's so egregious, before I collapse
The black of the kettle with my Adidas

I'm just tryna get a clutch on what I could not, could not
Handcuff the drama to the side, they burn rush
But the life after shorty shouldn't be so rough
We on the grind till we grind out

My brother gon' work it out, 1 to dial
Move out the way now
We out here tryna work it out
Build it up, break it down

Look around, nobody make a move now
I'm by your side till we ride out
Like how can I move the crowd
With a verse, mother earth, only child

We out here tryna work it out
Build it up, break it down
1 to dial, move out the way now

Written by:
Alex Glover, DeMond Graham, Rasheed Owens

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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