Verse 1
now whats the difference in a sweet dream and a nightmare
i guess it depends on who you is and how you got there
and what youve done and the shit youve seen
cause everything in reality aint always what it seems
the things people charish phat whips gold karrats
that cover up the pain of lost friends and dead parents
but apparently noise is a product of his mom
i take it by any means like republic of islam
streetz deep is the label cv's the base
see these timbs NA see these in ya face
see these bens now cv in the place
you been waitin on az see he been replaced
"noise" i keep saying so it burns in ya brain
i keep prayin cause my burden remains
i keep layin tracks down on you lames
i keep doin 80 racin in the turnable lanes
man we ride out on these bitchs baby we getting riches
its streetz deep we doing it big
i gotta pocket fulla money dare you to come take it from me
gotta pistol sittin next to my dick
i dont think you want it with that boy
cause that boy wont hesitate to squeeze
im fuckin hoes travel cross the globe
im born to die if you want it with me
Verse 2
now living life to the fullest
spittin rhymes quicker than 2 pac took bullets
teflon strapped front to the back
cause cincinnati turnin in to cincanew jack
got plans for a track where i smashing asses
leavin faggots cut in pieces rapped in plastic
democratics askin me why im actin drastic
republicans askin for act of taxes
see i got humor too
get kats ass whooped thats what rumors do
he... and consumers too,
can suck my white dick if they dont like my debut
i do this for me i dont need to justify
im fuckin sick on the mic thats why they trust the guy
so get paper fuck hoes blow up thats the plot
lets us be honest if obamas elected the next day
he'll be shot
Chorus
Verse 3
im feel like im carring the weight of trucks on my shoulders
i feel like the general that surrounding my self with soldiers
that'll die for the cause
that'll ride till we die and show they balls to the law
fuck the police
its marshall law for the law so its no peace
and aint nobody can hold me
have unc and debiese dressed in black like homies
seems like big noise is center of attention
sittin high in the ride 38 inch suspension
when i show up at the club fake gangstas show tension
cause their hoes google eyed by the chains dimensons
this is star track music what the kids become
got hood rats stuck on my dick like they mouth was magnums
and im passin madness
you faggots cant see me even with inch thick glasses
chorus (chopped up)
(lil Daddy)
Gotdamn thats how you start a mixtape!
