Dream in Color

Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah-nah Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah-nah I dream in color and I sleep on a canvas I think we all need each other Empathy, that could be our advantage Bad bitch speak Creole and Spanish She look this way, then I'm likin' my chances Oh, man, why I go on these tangents? Bird's eye view, this shit panoramic Still fightin' off my paranoia, shit too real, just fired my lawyer Trust issues, I'm needin' to fix it, that could be an empire destroyer I seen what happened to Julius Caesar Stevie Wonder told me, "You are a leader" My girl would forfeit a tennis match to meet my grandmama Man, she truly a keeper (huh) And I don't know why these blessings is comin' Rich as hell, won't stress over nothin' I don't listen to the public opinion Their portrayal, it is just an assumption And I don't really know what a nigga Been fightin' for, but I'm fightin' for it And every song that I record be savin' lives, I'm type important If I shoot my shot (mmh, swish, mmh, Michael Jordan) And if I get a lot (it came from the mic recording) Hold on, uh Baby, that's the difference From other niggas makin' bad decisions Good music, that attract the business My last album was a fuckin' classic You can listen to that shit from start to finish Got good intentions and my heart relentless Drive a Honda Civic with the windows tinted Plus a Lamb' truck, but that shit was rented Never no pretendin', let's be transparent I learned that shit from my grandparents I've been meditatin', tryna gain clearance But this life shit is incoherent, as a bitch Wonder why I'm so down with the shits Single mom, no co-parents in this bitch Used to walk to the library for the Wi-Fi It was like four Karens in that bitch But what's your purpose? What's your motives? What's your dreams? What's your goalses? Are your thoughts pure? Are you focused? This a real nigga diagnosis Are your friends real? Are they bogus? Are they by your side at your lowest? Though I'm not so easily broken But at times, I feel hopeless And I don't know why these blessings is comin' Rich as hell, won't stress over nothin' I don't listen to the public opinion Their portrayal, it is just an assumption And I don't really know what a nigga Been fightin' for, but I'm fightin' for it And every song that I record be savin' lives, I'm type important If I shoot my shot (mmm, swish, mmm, Michael Jordan) And if I get a lot (it came from the mic recording) Mm, oh-oh-oh Oh, mm-mm Mm-mm Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, yeah Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, yeah