Dollar Out A Dream

(álbum: Canadian Bacon - 2012)

Yeah, it's the kid Merkules
Bacon over bitches
It's 3 AM
Smoking on all different kinds of kush right now
Shout outs to the lil' homies
Yo

Man, the time flies fast and it's hard to believe
Got a regime full of felons with a heart on their sleeve
Part of me please it's a breeze, you're retarded it seems
On the mission for commission, listen love it or leave
Roar on the street with a bum strap drunk as can be
Fucking with me is a death wish, something to see
And I've done pay my dues, duke, nothing is free
Coming clean up to scene when I'm dumping the heat, pooowww
Cocksucker, I don't play no games and I could never figure out how I stayed so sane
I was searching for revenge 'till the bankroll came, now I owe to my team, I don't say no names, ah
Listen pimping you spitting that hard garbage
Makes we wonder why the fuck you even got started?
I'm toe tagging these broke faggots, I'm back, buddy
This is real life rap, no cash, muddy

I've been up all night, been asleep all day
Got my mind on the grind and I need to get paid
I'm flat broke and it's harder than it seems
I'm out here trynna make a dollar out a dream
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Son, I meant it when I said that I'm flat broke
Can't cope, offer me a drag on your lasts spokes
Slap folks, see me in the suit with the black gloves
Fat joke and I don't give a fuck 'cause I rap dope
I don't need nothing but my word and mah balls
You mad 'cause your bitch ever heard of me, dawg
Merking a fraud, you would snitch even attorney of law
Hella pissed off, has been and shooker the squad, ah
The tell me maybe I should watch my words
Walk the burbs in suspenders like an awkward nerd