Fake Dream
Show off, Boast, Skyte
To my delight these dont come with fright
You see these rappers thats say look at me
I can make words ryhme that can cause/ commit crime
But when you take them out of the limelight
they shine as bright as they seem
I dont know what they tripping on
I hear it's called
A FAKE DREAM
You'll see how hard it is when you come back to reality.
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