Dope PStyle

Dreams of the world, Diamonds rubies

Emeralds euro's, Dollars rupies

So any dislikes on my bar or comments, Don't mean nothing to me

Can't wait anymore, Gotta go in tour

Been watching TV, fuck it I'm bored

wanna hit Broadway, In the broad day

Then go Jack a niggas Tony award, Pawn it at store

Run around town, Looking for a guy that sell that tree,

Yours smells weak, And looks cheap

Oh that's dro, Well ya coulda fooled me

I want that green, grew from the dirt to

Soak in the blue, Till it turned purple

Toak so hard, That the cough might hurt

And'll lift you up, Like the pants on Urkel

Die with hope, Live with virtue

Then you know, Regret can't hurt you

Personal bus driver, Take you to school and church too

I've spent more nights tripping, Then fans of Scotty Pippin

That say he better than Jordan, Hey Dennis you must be kidding

I see the cobras that's spitting, In the grass that hidden

I rid em of all they venom, Like spider-man with a mission

I'll save you Mary Jane, But she gone by the morning

And so are my memories, But if it's gone it's not important

I need a whip that's imported, And probably worthy of Forza

So I through my souls into fl, And then I click to export it

Usually Mp3 but lately, I've been making Wav's

Been making a new Cd's, I hope it's getting your praise

As soon as possible, I've been putting in Ferg

No time for play today, I been putting in work

Submerged in my flows, I've been put in a scuba

Roll out on a beat, I've been putting in Luda

Christmas in the hood, I've been putting in Yae

No telling what kinda dream, I've been put in today

I need a ring, Like a phone

Days of kings, They been gone

Hip is hopping, Like frogs

They dissecting, it wrong

Kill tracks, Make bail

So gone, Can't tell

Float boats, Make sails

Till I'm in retail,

Fear of hypodermics, belonophobic can't you tell

So I gotta break some records, So ill know how needles feels

I'm way too chill, in the car I stayed

In the back seat, Thinking of the plans ill make

Kill the radio, Till I gotta win a Grammy

Probably getta summer home, In Miami

Glass windows, With a real nice view

And it's gotta have a indoor pool

Big screen, make ya wanna act a fool

Sounds nice to me, Hey what about you

Wanna take on plat, Bless you if that's true

I don't see how you can, I ain't Ryu

I'm probably high too, Sick like *achu*

And I'm at you, What the fuck you gone do

Talking to a thinking motherfucker, Mind you

Can't see me, What the shine blind you

Tripping off the dope ass flow, I do

I got verses, Like a bible

My flow fresh, Yours needs pine sol

Ironic how heart, and an Instrumental are vital