Dreamland (feat. Raekwon & Heather Victoria)

Yeah, uh Wuh Wuh-wuh-wuh-wuh-wuh Used to be a dreamer Now I'm just a schemer Uh Wuh-wuh-wuh Zone out Zone out Stoned out I really miss grandma, she baked the best cakes Uncle God schooled me on rap, he had the fresh tapes First date broke my heart, I was just eight Old God told me from start, "Never trust snakes" I had the flat-top fade, Smoke had the most waves Cuz pops died in the tub, that was the dope fade That cocaine had us thinkin' we could be all paid We all seen, done things, I won't say no names To whom it may concern, remain anonymous The first dollar I earned was some dishonest shit I was way too young to even know better Made mad friends and my friend lonely as 'Lo sweater Jyeah, my right hand man had name brand kicks My shits? Thom McAn Blow a kiss from my Aunt Janette to Barbara Ann To advance, feed fam', and get rich, the Father's plan Remember teeskeet from Lexington with the three-piece suits? Before any Timberland, I wore army boots, uh My brother David was a drill sergeant So those fatigues was part of my life, for real, private I had a cousin named Fitzgerald from Tennessee His father, my Uncle Edwin, influenced me You know my daddy was a drummer but his daddy was a runner He was puttin' up his numbers Peace to Bay Mayo, R-I-P to Matteo Love my nigga Maino, I.G., and Aito Salute my Harlem connect My nigga Billy, mob style, respect Ayo, police might try and corner you Don't take 7th ave, take 8th avenue I'm glad to see all that I did I say that to say, "You gotta love the life you live" God bless Nana and her son Beau and Uncle Ary Any drug found in the house, dawg, I'm sorry I always was a knucklehead, sellin' jums, running with duffel-heads Who always wanted bread, yup, some are dead 'Member Pumas and lottos, staircase rhymes McDonalds, the hood cartels, me and my Pablos Wash somethin', you frontin'? Now we here it come, movin' like them spranglers with thirty-eights Pull-out, we owe you one Go, son, the roof was the batcave A black slave, now I'm just addicted to rap Holdin' the MAC, crazy it's us, the dust boys Who would ever think we touch toys? Strictly just robbin' niggas and fuck choices Aunt Priscilla and Lo, damn, I miss y'all As a dumb youngin' so glad I never dissed y'all But I was taught respect Them elders'll throw your ass in check Make the wrong move and get wet, BLAOW! Yuh, uh Wuh Wuh-wuh-wuh-wuh-wuh Used to be a dreamer Now I'm just a schemer Uh Wuh-wuh-wuh Wuh Used to be a dreamer Now I'm just a schemer Wuh Wuh