(Intro)
It's your fantasy
It's your fantasy
It's your fantasy
(Verse 1)
It’s like there’s no future it’s back to the 90’s
We kick it back like Nike
Ya on my inner nerve just to spite
It’s fine with me, ’97 to the death of me
Reminiscent to beneficent the years that were gold
Talent no malice is the way I was told
To react to this doomed society
I’m a lower class citizen trying to convey the truth not coward
As we proceed to give you what you need
Ain’t trynna blend with your heats and your motherfucking mainstreams
Atonement cause now it ain’t common when
A Spanish nigga like me make it in this rapping shit
It all happens when your ecstasies collide with your fantasies
And motherfuckers really trynna get at me (ahh)
(Hook)
Trynna mess with me
It’s your fantasy
(Verse 2)
I’ve been working 24/7
Deliberately delivering this heat before I reach the heavens
7- Eleven, where my niggas chill, we pac rhyming, shot calling, tech wailing, money stalling
My peoples know where they land in my circles, we rise like totems
B.L.P I thought I been told them
My nights be chilling then thinking then cold and blow out your mind cause the guns I ain’t load them
Sticking straight with plan B
Being someone nobody thought I was able to be
Ya ain't’t able to see
The two to third eye be supreme
Wu Tang Clan nigga whoop that C.R.E.A.M
Nigga troop his team, as they rooting envy
And I be that emcee, spitting shit ya can’t man handle
Grip the grain, niggas be dripping the oil no candle
Considered a vandal
Ain’t got time for none of your scandals (ahh)
It's your fantasy
It's your fantasy
It's your fantasy
(Verse 1)
It’s like there’s no future it’s back to the 90’s
We kick it back like Nike
Ya on my inner nerve just to spite
It’s fine with me, ’97 to the death of me
Reminiscent to beneficent the years that were gold
Talent no malice is the way I was told
To react to this doomed society
I’m a lower class citizen trying to convey the truth not coward
As we proceed to give you what you need
Ain’t trynna blend with your heats and your motherfucking mainstreams
Atonement cause now it ain’t common when
A Spanish nigga like me make it in this rapping shit
It all happens when your ecstasies collide with your fantasies
And motherfuckers really trynna get at me (ahh)
(Hook)
Trynna mess with me
It’s your fantasy
(Verse 2)
I’ve been working 24/7
Deliberately delivering this heat before I reach the heavens
7- Eleven, where my niggas chill, we pac rhyming, shot calling, tech wailing, money stalling
My peoples know where they land in my circles, we rise like totems
B.L.P I thought I been told them
My nights be chilling then thinking then cold and blow out your mind cause the guns I ain’t load them
Sticking straight with plan B
Being someone nobody thought I was able to be
Ya ain't’t able to see
The two to third eye be supreme
Wu Tang Clan nigga whoop that C.R.E.A.M
Nigga troop his team, as they rooting envy
And I be that emcee, spitting shit ya can’t man handle
Grip the grain, niggas be dripping the oil no candle
Considered a vandal
Ain’t got time for none of your scandals (ahh)
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