J2 Tha Craftsman - Dream (feat. Kilo Ky) Lyrics

Ayy Kilo
Ayy man
I ain't wanna really get too into it but
I wanna touch some lil subjects you know it might get a lil touchy for people
But I don't really give a f*ck though
And I'm a lil musty in the studio
We ain't talkin bout that
Ha
Thought I'd conversate about some shit that I go through
Granny always told me son, patience is a virtue
But that was after my conscience was late past curfew
Remember being re-po'd from them people off curlew
Look how much that I grew
8c to a size 2
Promises of painting it green, if the sky blue
Cause I knew
Most of these leashes deadly, swine flu
Haiku
Had to mention made man sickness
Put some shit in the forefront now the background missing
I ain't scrambling I'm going the distance
Failure to mention
That I'm moving with the upmost intention
So bear witness
To an artist with his craftsmanship
Well knitted
Outfitted for the take on pressure
Man I measure the heavenly standards
So god bless him
I was made for this type of warfare so don't go there
Before it starts they gone end this career
Give me your ears
Wish my nephew had did it instead of hanging with peers
So he won't end up with a couple of years
No tears cause his moms don't care And I feel it
That shit hit a lil different
When the love from your mother not a feeling
It ain't shown, it ain't thrown, it ain't given
Now you alone without a home, so you tripping
I don't think they even care when I'm missing
Vibing all alone, giving distance
So I can make some better decisions
Follow my difference
From them people who be claiming they living
Im really in it
Cant recall any f*cks that was given
Thats slick pimping
Sheesh
Another piece to my puzzle, may not get to see
My history created bitch like tendencies
Creating statements just awaiting just to hinder me
From being me
The greatest father they could ever see
Now talk to me
Its just me and tha craftsmen
They been asking for it
So I had to floor it
They pass us the torch
Now it's flames, what I got in store
An arsonist boy
When I drop just to burn your door
7 city boy
But the voice travel round the world they say my rap's are pure
Im the last of a dying breed, it's fewer and fewer of us, nigga
Still applying pressure, I'm the type to pull some nigga
Not a gun, but a bad one to chill with a nigga
Man y'all gotta relax
I got my own vices, I know what it's like to relapse
I left rap, but the drugs brought me back
Aint that a bitch, I don't even like to listen to beats, without a spliff
I like to drift away
Risk it all
Chips fall where they may
I get involved and I involved in it all with M.I.A
Now they begging for the drops, it's just supply and demand
They wait for the man
Its like I got them all in the trans
Thats why it's family, not fans
I swear that I'm locked in
If Ky ain't make your list, well then it's f*ck your top ten
Want me boxed in like phone booth, forgot I'm Clark Kent
Them niggas made a lot of money and aint make no art since
My words don't mix, I don't miss
My words don't mix, I don't miss