8 am in charlotte freestyle - joey the dreamer lyrics
got some sh*t on my chest i want to get off again
before you rag on a n*gga, why don’t y’all talk to him?
everybody wanna be a boss, til its costing them
we cut connections off so quick now, i’m exhausted sh*t
bottom line, i’ve been writing rhymes cause i’m overlooked
grinding with these lines til the day that i’m overbooked
n*ggas don’t support artist doing they own sh*t
we hop on known instrumentals in hopes that it blows quick
that’s the reason why creativity’s dying out
in this industry indie artists come dead last
jump on a drake beat, suddenly i got eyes now?
how long we weather the storm for us to get jet lagged?
n*ggas fell from the top in my eyes, that’s hard to see
use to rap they lines bar for bar, in the car my g
use to give me peace of mind when sailing darker seas
and now they hardly speak from the heart, i could never b
it’s my duty as a artist to spit my truth to you
n*ggas rapping bout who got shot in a movie loop
every time that i look outside its some gruesome news
or propaganda that’s used to clamor the youth in groups
nuclear war on the mind of the average citizen
free palestine, til my n*ggas get dividends
tryna survive this economy that we living in
til the days ai be replacing our penmanship
sh*t, i’ll break both of my hands before i lose to a bot
automata’s coming near and we ain’t peas in a pod
speaking of pods, y’all been casting opinions around
about the top 3 and who the f*ck keeping the crown
kendrick and cole was 10 years ago, n*gga relax
we been had these dope artists that spitting the facts
don’t pay attention cause you n*ggas been stuck in the past
y’all too concerned about some metrics the industry has
d*mn bro….
how long y’all gon keep talking bout the same 3 n*ggas bro?
we got jid, token, little simz, rapsody, westside boogie, saba
cordae, man f*ck this sh*t…
f*ck it i’m back just to pop my message in real time
joey’s a dreamer, i’m never sleeping in real life
liu kang with the blue flames, i’m a chill guy
or sub*zero, my heart’s frozen, it’s still ice
i been threading to keep flexing my sk!llset
i tag zuck like a team sport til he shills checks
rocking the teal gloves, just watch what i k!ll next
i start snapping, they start clapping it builds press
baby roo, i’ve been hopping out of the pouch though
can’t keep sleeping all up on my momma’s couch bro
had to go and get it, learn to make my own decisions
had the dopest vision, hit the targets with the most precision
i’ma do what it takes for y’all to just see me
all laughs like i’m ryan higa so teehee
i speak magic like genies be in a bottle
by the time that you see this, it’s 8pm in chicago n*gga
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