Will Caserta - Dream Catcher

You could have it all
But in the meantime
You got to work
Got to keep spitting these rhymes
Just you, you could have it all
You could make it big, Will
You don't even got to be signed

Wait
Oh shit I'm in a dream, I'm
Finna be walking on the green like Beilein
Won't stop 'til I make it to the top
Bitch just watch, y'all gone be passing the keys, I

Pull up and look at my whip (Cold)
Steam from the boil will drip (Low)
Push on the pedal like (Skirt-skirt)
Put it in park when I get (Home)
I never wanted a Rari
No I just want to fucking chill in the Rolls (Aye)
Phantom, yeah I want a Ghost
Foot off the break, hit the gas and I go

I'mma go fast on the road (Aye)
I'mm go platinum and gold (Aye)
All of the people that said I won't make it
No, they not gone get me to slow (Aye)
I'mma be up on the stage
As I'm throwing ragers when I sell out the shows (Aye)
Numbers with commas and Os
Choose homie, you either friend or you foe

Trying to get a little portion
Of the wealth, but you ain't put any chores in
All about yourself, it's why you ain't got any more friends
Wanna get the belt, but you'll end up with a sore chin
Like bitch I could pull up in a Porsche and
I be killing shit like an abortion
Don't be feeling no fucking remorse
If you wanna start a war, got to clean up all the horse shit

Everything that my friends did
Was way worse than my sentence
They turned on me, and it hurt me
But we on Earth to learn lessons
I've got to manifest destiny
Before I get to my exit
I'm sleeping less, I'm invested
I have a dream, and yes, I'mma catch it

No I don't need a persona
If you buy the shit, then you're going to get the owner
Go and get the motor, I be going up hill fast
Fuck 3, 2, 1, blast off, get the rover
Thinking of the future, but I'm living in the moment
Boy you painting with a brush, I'mma hit it with the roller
Green getting long so I got to get the mower
She don't want a zero-turn, so I got to flip her over
(Wooh) if you might guess that you lost
Then you won too like a mic check (Wooh)
Willy really want that Walt White bread
In the Blue Sky with the ice on the flight deck (Uh)
Buy the whole store, fuck a price check (Uh)
Ship it with a drone, that's high tech (Uh)
Drowning in the dough, fuck a life vest
I can fucking do it, know why? Cause I'm priceless (Wooh)

Got drive, but it's not a race
Got plays like I'm Sean Payton on the Saints
Chips in all the way, this is not a game
But they say if you're working hard then you got to play
So she on a plate said "you want a taste?"
And she got a lava-hot frame and a hotter face
Girl, I got a place if you want to stay
We can go and make a hard beat with a lot of bass

(Listen to it, you can do it only if you Listen Close)
(You pursue it with your pupils if you view it with them closed)

Everything that my friends did
Was way worse than my sentence
They turned on me, and it hurt me
But we on Earth to learn lessons
I've got to manifest destiny
Before I get to my exit
I'm sleeping less, I'm invested
I have a dream, and yes, I'mma catch it

Written by:
William Caserta

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