Lucid Dreams

[Verse 1: G-Two]
Gats in holsters, girls on shoulders/
Doing what VH1 and the worldstar shows us/
Soldiers deep up in the street/
Get the twenty-one gun salute, and white sheet/
See the niggas I be with today, been about the pistol play/
Know I got it on me, but I use it in a different way/
You see a fuck nigga (would) rather be remembered as a felon/
A real nigga (would) rather do a bid for never tellin'/
I hear that Heaven is a step away/
Ironic how you get a step closer to it every day/
We all moving on that stairway/
I'm stuck in limbo, humming hymns from my airway/
Motherfuck some airplay, I'd rather touch the heart of the streets/
You take a look at my face, you'll see the mark of the beast/
I bring you into my world, it's just the artist in me/
It's food for thought, I give them all they can eat/

Hook:
Now in this world, of twists and turns/
The spliff gets burned - you live, you learn/
Intelligent gangstas get the money, do your thing/
My old head told me don't sleep on your dreams/
Now in this world, of twists and turns/
The spliff gets burned - you live, you learn/
Intelligent gangstas get the money, do your thing/
My old head told me don't sleep on your dreams/

[Verse 2: Sonny M. Hoffa]
See some of my niggas married, and some of my niggas buried/
It showed me that love exists, but still pray for my adversaries/
Hard to spot the fake when you're living life identical/
The sub tossing slugs to niggas tossing subliminals/
When you grow genitals? Speaking horizontally/
Niggas with no hustle blame their stress on the economy/
Get your grind up the world has been fucked up/
Excuses is for pussies; pull your skirt down and your nuts up/
I got a problem with a man I ask him 'what's up?'/
Sit him down face to face to figure out what's what/
My pride won't get me killed but yours might get you crucified/
I coincide with the rules of getting dough or either die/
Y'all niggas go with the wind, won't catch me swaying sides/
Check my resumé - no question if M dot gon' ride/
I'm battle tested, double breasted hard bottom shit/
They ask me who I'm with? Tell them the Get Money Conglomerate/

Hook:
Now in this world, of twists and turns/
The spliff gets burned - you live, you learn/
Intelligent gangstas get the money, do your thing/
My old head told me don't sleep on your dreams/
Now in this world, of twists and turns/
The spliff gets burned - you live, you learn/
Intelligent gangstas get the money, do your thing/
My old head told me don't sleep on your dreams/

[Verse 3: G-Two]
My mind's eyes peep the world in a few colors/
Black and white several shades of gray/
Beneath this tree trying to conjure up the shade today/
So I paint a picture on a paper 'fore it fade away/
Mean I'm finding life's meaning kissing misses Mary Jane/
Twisting something steady, brain spinning like a hurricane/
Storming heavy as a beast of the southern wild/
Probably walk 100 miles, just to see my momma smile/
If you seen it, you'd get it - if you didn't you wouldn't/
The reward in this game is you get out what you put in/
Get your balance and footing, take a step when you're ready/
Too much shit on my brain, may end up breaching the levy/
I'm just keeping it steady, such insatiable hunger/
Fighting demons showed me there really are angels among us/
But it's like anything in between fades/
So I dream like the fellow with a genie these days/

Hook:
Now in this world, of twists and turns/
The spliff gets burned - you live, you learn/
Intelligent gangstas get the money, do your thing/
My old head told me don't sleep on your dreams/
Now in this world, of twists and turns/
The spliff gets burned - you live, you learn/
Intelligent gangstas get the money, do your thing/
My old head told me don't sleep on your dreams/