Writing Life

They said when you write ish down,
You are no longer fantasizing or dreaming.
You are setting goals. I just wanted the world so here it goes.

My Life is a fantasy; unattainable.
Writing it down this ish is incredible.
Was on my mind, I am day dreaming.
Worked hard so now I am really living.
Was in the slums broke with no hope,
Fanaticizing fast cars and pretty women.
But all I see is Hoop Tees, Hoes and ghetto living.
Mansions and Yachts beyond happy thoughts,
Wondering if dreams is all money bought.
Look at when you dream some try to kill,
Can't let that stop your undying will,
Understood nothing but the money, really funny, now you writing so now you really living.

Came to the rap game to spit rhymes, Niggas in the skies want to stop mines. But I, Rehearse the verses so call in the hurses cause I spit death in my lines and verses.
Head first is the Mc who ever disses, the worst is colorful lingo and curses; One nine in their lines vs. every caliber in mines,
Uzi, Ak, Tec Nines.
Fifty Cal I gotti, Shotty, sixteen, M4, shorter carbine,
Who gotti to ya body like there name is Gotti? No matter just scatter, your brains, your lungs, your liver.
Squeezing close range not missing.
You Got to be man tell me who it is you really dissing.
I squeeze death not triggers
Pussies knows I ain't sweet so they squeeze niggas.
Don't even look shook catching my hooks.
Good luck you might get yourself a gun butt, but, after the butting is the slaying death blasting Ak Singing
Defecating; men women and children.
All around the place is funeral faces. Music to the ears hearing shell cases. Dead Mc's in all kinds of places.
I want to be like the terminator
Change my life up become the govenator.
Right now I am the rhyme-rater, rhyme-rating sharp like a rhyme razor. Precision ish like a rhyme laser. Haters cant phase the rhyme-attainer. I rhyme greater. Like the rhyme-anati who can stop me? I rhyme light, I rhyme bright haters in the building know I rhyme tight.
The rhyme battle? this lock gee.
We got glocks in the crew, you rhyme blocking, like you shot stopping. Hammers back gats cocking, the verdicts in, chalk line, wrong lines, I spit crimes.
That bought this fantasy life of mines.
That is why I am illing and now I am really chilling.
Everybody knows now I am really in the Caribbean writing it down and getting it on.

My Life is a fantasy; unattainable.
Writing it down this ish is incredible.
Was on my mind, I am day dreaming.
Worked hard so now I am really living.
Was in the slums broke with no hope,
Fanaticizing fast cars and pretty women.
But all I see is Hoop Tees, Hoes and ghetto living.
Mansions and Yachts beyond happy thoughts,
Wondering if dreams is all money bought.
Look at when you dream some try to kill,
Can't let that stop your undying will,
Understood nothing but the money, really funny, now you writing so now you really living