YoungLordJu - Filtered Dreams Lyrics

Trying go ghost
I ain't talking Danny
All these random hoes
All this random family
Y'all ain't dear
Ain't none y'all sincere
Y'all ain't aware of this shit
We got right here
Bare success
Yea
That's all we chase
All we get is pain
All we get is hate
My feelings deep
Yea
Deep like this base
In my bag strong
In a suit case
Black male
Round 12 gotta brace
Or imma be buried
Or up in a cage
Yea
Put me in a cage
Young lord
Boy all feel is rage
All these niggas plotting
Like life a stage
Then they wonder
Why I treat em
Strange
Diss a nigga
Don't miss
Im the top percent
Top tier nigga
And I move militant
Filtered dreams in my camera roll
Make me less bold
Put a filter on my heart
Yea
But im still cold
They try to color me as bronze
Yea
But I'm still gold
Cut the lights on my pops
Yea
But we never fold
Told my father that I love him
But this shit can get real
Told em I was hitting licks
Just to see how he feel
Told em life is made of scenes
But this ain't know reel
I got gwapo not flacko
But I keep it trill
In the alley
In the cut
No king of the hill
Can't make a move
If it ain't paying the bills
I seal em off
Isolate myself
Like a safe room
Yellow tape round
My studio
That's where kill fools
With no tools
Just bars like a cell block
If she black then she get dick
If she white then she get cock
She hotter then wasbi
Sorry this ain't bedrock
On her knees
I'll make her jaw lock
Foreign cars was dream since
My early teens
Days before the rodeo in my ear
Since I was 13
Drizzy had me charged up
On niggas at 14
But humbled
Opened the notes app
Wrote my own dreams
Money, love, sex
Drugs and fake friends
That's the type of shit
That be reaching my ends
Young lord
Say it on every track
Been spread out the snakes
I never get in a jam
Niggas might share the name
But they definitely not fam
You niggas fumble
Ain't pick up the bag
Aye

I teach these niggas lesson
Like I'm west in the class
Aye
Filtered dreams in my camera roll
Make me less bold
Put a filter on my heart
Yea
But im still cold
They try to color me as bronze
Yea
But I'm still gold
Cut the lights on my pops
Yea
But we never fold