Dreams On Warner Road

Yeah, something they can't understand Woah Reporting live from the top floor, this the morale they been waiting for I can't say when that shit gone happen But keep grinding and it's gone pay off that's all I Know nigga Might do it sad, might do it broke might Even have a couple day ones turn hoe on you That's okay though, we still gone ball anyway though Do it to the fullest, do it how they couldn't Show me how you make a million with a neutral bullet stupid I gotta go, business calls; Mexico city, vamonos Yo money muy pequito my nigga, adios I ain't gotta talk I let the aura boast This that hit yo soul flow This when me and Young would pass my dream house on Warner Road He saved my life and he ain't even know I just pray I get a Benz like I'm Southside Sco, fasho Some play the stands, some run the show It's always what they heard, never what they know Long as they print it we gone get it and that's on the bros I'm having dreams on Warner Road They voted me out the chair like Republic party Damn shawty who you fuck think got the party started? I'm stil jamming like I'm Bob Marley Still on the road straight from O Charlie's Manifesting like I'm Marcus Garvey I never started to smell myself when I could've farted I never tooted my own horn when I should've honked it Your best music, I'm involved in Who's the common denominator I'm trying to solve it So don't go preach about no loyalty Or how my pops supported me 'Cause who put it up when you was cut from your family tree Who came when you called? Nigga me Who always thanked you for it all? Nigga G Fuck being too solid I was three Know what you on, I know how he think That's why everyone of your friendships sink Go tell the world, tell 'em You gone tell 'em how you made me Tell 'em about them lies about how I'm tripping or how I'm crazy Tell 'em how I'm broke and I can barely feed my baby Tell' em bout some old bitches that try to play me Tell 'em how I stuck with all the day ones and you hate it Tell 'em I'm insecure about my living situations on some mo shit When we was teenagers Nigga 'Cause we both know you'll never tell it to my face You stil living in a fantasy, I face my demons everyday How ironic, you still a bitch (Woof) Look yours in the face It's a marathon not a race, on my own journey, my pace Thought about killing you but you been dead for years anyway Bring the hook back Some play the stands, some run the show It's always what they heard, never what they know Long as they print it we gone get it and that's on the bros I'm having dreams on Warner Road Warner road Look within to blur the line Where dreams end and life begins Invite the haters so they can rsvp to see you win As the spark in your heart ignites your soul with righteous fire Even doubters must admit that your the shit as they admire The way that you inspire Self and others to aim higher How you prove with every move you will obtain what all desire That state of being That frame of mind We long for as if seated in our core design That drive to strive for greater things And live our lives realizing all our dreams