[Intro, sampling Benny Mardones: 'Into the Night']
She's just... (x3)

[Verse I:]
These are my pre-Victorian days; on my quest to be the King—
These my gladiator warrior days. Move quicker at a warrior's pace
So we pass with fly colors, like valedictorian grades
Six spliffs and a 40 a day
I paint a picture then I put my soul in it, like Dorian Gray
I'm sorry to say: I'm here 'till they haul me away
You gettin' on, but you did it in the corniest way!

Came from: City-ass cyphers; witty-ass writers;
Rocking uptowns and some shitty ass Spyders
Half my friends' friends were Bill W
Tryna stay clean but them demons still trouble you
Keep them eyes peeled for the corners where the fiends wanna catch you
And the DTs wanna snatch you!
Fitted cap move with a bag full of caps
And the jeans full of capsules, trees in the grab
Was the Jordan of the Boredom, I'm talking 'bout—
7th Ave, F to the 4 up in Fordham
If I could afford 'em, I would rock Jordans
Or even if I couldn't I would rack 'em never caught once!
These are: Dreams a', Cs to Caesar's
From, MIA to Giza, swinging bitches on a 3 month visa
Teach bitches how to speak like we does
Don't fuck with nobody but the team, baby, we just need us!
...F'real

[Hook:]
It's like...
Having a dream
Where nobody has...the heart..

It's like...
Having it all
And watching it fall...apart..

[Verse II:]
Unh!
I'm running through these tracks like Red Rover
Killing these hoes is nothing, I'm getting stressed over
Heard fame was the hardest ho to get over
Grown men wrung themselves just to get closure
Heard early that money made you a realer man
Learned later on how money could just kill a man;
..You know—Cypress Hill a man? But fuck it though, I'm still a fan!
Spin it like a ceiling fan, feelin' like a movie star
She ain't speak Spanish, but she bumping La Musica!
Rappers playing God, forgetting that he was crucified..
But promises I'll have 'im got 'em thinking "suicide."
Loose in the head, but these hoes get looser for bread
I sold my soul to make Lucifer bread!
Hit the mall, and went stupid instead
Should've saved it, but I got stoned, and copped a Medusa instead
I see windows of opportunity, and tend to look long
Like a crook moving, I'm straight as a rook moving
Each minute they took snoozing, I was plotting on the next wave
Cause this is chess, and I'm looking for a checkmate!
You putting in light work, hoping it might work. Tryna build hype?
—you forgot to get nice first! But, I never give it a rest
That's why I tend to raise the bar, every time that I've been put to the test, it's like...

[Hook:]
It's like...
Having a dream
Where nobody has...the heart..

It's like...
Having it all
And watching it fall...apart..