Ny Quil (feat. Don Densley & Woodah) Video (MV)

You running it back?(Don't wake me)
You said yeah? (He's a Producer?)
(I'm dreaming)
I can hear my old verse
I quieted it
Say again?
I quieted it you're good

Yeah
Uh, made some sacrifices just to get a chance at it
So much stars inside my circle I'm Benz addict
Catch me whippin' wrist has been shattered
Still I wrote it down, hopin' it'll hold it down that ain't average nah
I ain't need a sure case
I just need to keep it pure during the war for Lord's sake
Stakes high up in the sky like a UFO fleet
Butterfly door reward metamorphosis state right now
Feelin' great right now
I hope you see me captivated by the plays I found its founders keepers
Found them in my brothers keepers, sneakers grounded
I don't want no other piece of what they think that they convey right now
Loud and proud Imma say my sound
Around us is what you feel when you feel from the ground up
Only time can tell, and time's up
So what you want?

Yeah so what you want? What you want nigga?
It's
Yeah look

Aye, I'm wide awake still dreaming been out here every season
Looking for a meaning or some reason I should keep on breathing
A couple drugs I'm feening, leaving y'all on red like what I'm bleeding
While I'm chasing blues like hand-me-downs my nigga ain't shit new
Pains of lack of understanding, lately I been so confused
I been out here trippin', need to tie my shoes cause I can't lose
On this race of life, I'm dodgin' racist dudes while payin' dues
When tables turn, I'm playin' pool
When bridges burn, I keep it cool

Cause I got shit to do, feel like ain't no time to do it
Lately they like, "Woodah you that nigga"Bitch, I been knew it
Bitch, I been knowin' Y'all can't see me like the wind blowin'
Stand on business, I been ten-toin' I ain't easy goin'
Cause shit expensive and I want my waves livable
If life's a bitch, at least I know this shit consensual
These niggas fictional, my story unconventional
I'm ten years deep and I ain't even at my pinnacle
Still goin' in to get out my head, I can't stay in bed
Words cut deep, but the deepest scars was never said
This Diary of a Wimpy Kid who somehow touched the cheese
Now nobody been playin' around with me just like a broken leg
I was sick in ways you couldn't cure with meds
Been tryna let go of my past so I can look ahead
Forget how niggas told me quit and I went hard instead
And how them niggas threw me crumbs and I came back with bread

Man they performative, the realest facing shortages dog
Even allowed my homie gone from how he never evolved
And I got guilt inside my heart like I won't never involve
Was tryna show them niggas love and you ain't see what I saw
Damn

Don't wake me, I'm dreaming
Don't wake me, I'm dreaming
Don't wake me, I'm dreaming