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[intro]
(heatmakerz, crack music)

[chorus: blakk soul]
flashback
back when my only scheme was get dough and feed the team
that was all i could see
flash forward
now it’s the major leagues, i’m doing all i dreamed
views that look make_believe, make_believe

[verse 1: joell ortiz]
a game of freeze tag to standin’ there froze soon as they squeeze mags
like a game in new orleans, them bullets breeze past
either duck or it gonna be why you bleed bad
and end up on the same white tee that gave you that clean swag
the dyin’ was regular, so we normalized it
the sirens, et cetera came with all the violence
this a war environment
automatically, automatics lift you up in the air, we call that autopilot
what was a young rapper to do?
half of your crew trappin’, the other half trapped in a zoo
and cats acky, all actin’ a fool
you sendin’ packages through, tellin’ yourself that they’ll be back in a few
but how long before that address is you? (hmm)
can’t let that happen, so you bring your pen and pad in the booth
and imagine havin’ a lavish life, crabbin’ in paradise
paris nights, pear martinis ’til they impair your sight
long way from the parasites, rollin’ a pair of dice
hopin’ you could throw square twice, go get a pair of nikes
arms stronger than bj when he was there with mike
i’m from a place where you fear for life ’cause you shared a bite
with those who supposed to be tight, but they prepare the knife
they might shove in your back on any apparent night
then show up to your wake like nothin’
be at the casket like, “ain’t that somethin’?”
let me stop to say god is great
from eatin’ m&ms to dr. j’s to eminem and dr. dre
and to every record exec that tried to block the way
this music ain’t much different than puttin’ bricks on a scale, just gotta carve a way
[chorus: blakk soul]
flashback
back when my only scheme was get dough and feed the team
that was all i could see
flash forward
now it’s the major leagues, i’m doing all i dreamed
views that look make_believe, make_believe

[verse 2: ransom]
could you imagine this?
runnin’ around with heathens and savages
usin’ quinine to cut up each of the packages
tryna even the averages
went from sellin’ ‘caine to doin’ features with fabolous
imagine if i ain’t have the passion
and god turned his back every time i chose to ask him
young n_gga known for action, seen bullets tear a limb off
and his mama shed tears, but i had no reaction
my soul got blackened, i played the cards dealt
the hardest conversation i’m havin’ is with myself
imagine me havin’ wealth
couldn’t fathom all the success that i’m havin’ and it still hasn’t helped
that’s my imagination
had to imagine me inside a bas_m_nt pacin’
why this n_gga gon’ put my name in a statement?
fast forward, now i’m rich and that’s not an exaggeration
when they say, “do your thing,” that’s not a congratulations
know the difference
yeah, talk is cheap with no conviction
know the system, only god could judge with no conviction
no assistance, i don’t need it for n_ggas with low attrition
imagine bein’ a soldier who never gon’ know the mission
i don’t waste time, i’m so efficient
how you measure a n_gga who never controlled his distance?
how you front on a n_gga and claim to have his back?
this whole game is a fantasy, now imagine that
[chorus: blakk soul]
flashback
back when my only scheme was get dough and feed the team
that was all i could see
flash forward
now it’s the major leagues, i’m doing all i dreamed
views that look make_believe, make_believe

- joell ortiz the heatmakerz

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