[Intro: Rockell, 1990Morgue]
In a dream, my love (Dream, my love)
You will find my heart (You'll find my heart)
In a dream, my love (Dream, my love)
You will find my heart (You'll find my heart)
Fifth Land
And I'm screamin' #freeslikk till that nigga free (You'll find my heart)
Here we go
All the time
[Verse 1: 1990Morgue]
Fresh kicks, all white like a coke rock
Hot box in the whip, gettin' smoked out
Acid tab on my tongue, got me in a dream
But I gotta stay on point cuz shit ain't what it seems
Now I'm havin' hazy trips and I'm seein' things
Look back in the mirror and I see a king
Growin' up, I had problems with my self esteem
Now, I'm gettin' to the money, got these bitch niggas steamed
Feelin' like Martin King, I got stupid dreams
Stupid phat whips, gettin' loot, cruisin' with my team
Thousand dollars for my jeans, smokin' out the P
You must really be a fiend if you sippin' green
I give the pussy TLC, then she eat the seed
Beat the kitty, middle of the ring like my name was Creed
Intolerant like lactose, cuz they ain't gettin' cheese
Off cassette tapes alone, I made 50 G's
The death toll to get higher when I kill these beats
I don't even think Bo Jackson could fill these Cleats
In other words, a lot of niggas couldn't wear these sneak's
And if you real up in yo heart, then you feel this deep
I never fuck with fake love cuz the real shit free
It don't cost a god damn thing to keep it real with me
And I'm screamin' #freeslikk till the real one free
I'm a boss, player, mack, yeah, a real OG
In a dream, my love (Dream, my love)
You will find my heart (You'll find my heart)
In a dream, my love (Dream, my love)
You will find my heart (You'll find my heart)
Fifth Land
And I'm screamin' #freeslikk till that nigga free (You'll find my heart)
Here we go
All the time
[Verse 1: 1990Morgue]
Fresh kicks, all white like a coke rock
Hot box in the whip, gettin' smoked out
Acid tab on my tongue, got me in a dream
But I gotta stay on point cuz shit ain't what it seems
Now I'm havin' hazy trips and I'm seein' things
Look back in the mirror and I see a king
Growin' up, I had problems with my self esteem
Now, I'm gettin' to the money, got these bitch niggas steamed
Feelin' like Martin King, I got stupid dreams
Stupid phat whips, gettin' loot, cruisin' with my team
Thousand dollars for my jeans, smokin' out the P
You must really be a fiend if you sippin' green
I give the pussy TLC, then she eat the seed
Beat the kitty, middle of the ring like my name was Creed
Intolerant like lactose, cuz they ain't gettin' cheese
Off cassette tapes alone, I made 50 G's
The death toll to get higher when I kill these beats
I don't even think Bo Jackson could fill these Cleats
In other words, a lot of niggas couldn't wear these sneak's
And if you real up in yo heart, then you feel this deep
I never fuck with fake love cuz the real shit free
It don't cost a god damn thing to keep it real with me
And I'm screamin' #freeslikk till the real one free
I'm a boss, player, mack, yeah, a real OG
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