[Verse 1]
I always seem to aim high when I dream
I'm different when it comes to spittin on the main stream

Everything I want and I got was it worth it though 

Next you'll see me geeked up in new clothes colored snow

Nightmares are reality, Dreams are imaginary

In the ATL there is no such thing as normality 

Man young kids side fuck the logic and the theory 

When they fuck up the muthafuckas we're ignorant they didn't hear me 

I use to have a demon inside of me 

All my hatred is locked in the diary 

What does it mean to be nigga a now?

Material things and pimped out cars wow 

Or is popping a cap in somebody ass with your tech nine 

Shortly after that you'll probably lose your mind 

I'm the Masta Killa with no homicide or penalties 

But rap is justified when someone dies 

Honestly brothers want to profile and pose

Enjoy your cell hope he doesn't jab you with that bone 

Now you scream fuck the police with authority

Shit your the niggas running down the streets like the majority

Pool full of liquor I don't want to take a lap in 

I'm on top of mountain if you fall let the ground turn into gin

But most brothers think a bird in a hand is worth a bush

Enjoy mary jane because she'll leave you on your tush

Keep calling life a bitch because you won't get none of this pussy

Let me say my hail marys before this nigga push me

Fuck I'm a real G and I'm not moving in silence

How am I still adding paint to this fucking canvas

Bro I have a master plan and it involves c notes in my hand 

I wonder if you really think this gin and juice make you man 

Since rappers been making a milli there has been no common since

I'm a real rapper so let me reinvent and let me vent 

But it;s been a jungle soon niggas be going under 

I wonder how many good soul like me  are left I wonder?

Honestly niggas don't think they sink 

But I'm sinking into this paper with my black ink

I'm still between lines and you thought I died 

I've been sleep and it's close to death let my rhymes be a alive

I rep the house now and I am learning the balance

Don't be dead wrong Christopher Wallace