Going harder this time
Straight up bars
No fancy shit
Let's do it again
Right back 'cause I wanna get the ante up
Hit 'em up with the sequel to Dementia
Ran outta f*cks because I gave too many up
Save your two cents, f*ck your pennies, bruh
I write with the moon, I don't need to rest
Do what it takes to be the best
I was going one way, now I redirect
I ain't lost, don't need GPS
I know right where I'm going
I know right where I'm going
I know right where I'm going (bitch)
I know right where I'm going
My vision is that clear
Been working at it for the past year
Headfirst and I lack fear
Unleash the beast like I'm Cavalier
No leisure for stupid shit
I'm shooting to fame and I'm full equipped
Come so far, I'd be a fool to quit
Like Ludacris I move a bitch
That's for any roadblocks
Although my bars are so hot
These rhymes don't overflow crops
I'll just have to grow stock
By the value of my dope floss
Don't like it? Gimme blowjob
College professor on speed-dial
So when I blow I can show off
No fruit from labor where this man goes
Reiterate I won't get bands though
'Cause I daydream and wear my pants low
Til they see me pull up in that Lambo
I will be far, travel worldwide
Swim in Hawaii, lunch in Dubai
The only stress will be choosing my ride
Should I get black, the blue, or the white?
Damn, damn
I just really don't understand how they get
Mad, mad
'Cause they'll know I'll be the man, it ain't even outta
Hand, hand
But I know it's part of the plan, 'cause if they like
That, that
Then I am on the right path
Listen I'm mad broke, I've seen the bottom
My same problems my neighbors got 'em
They hear the bass from the KRK
And they know I'm plotting to chase them dollars
And I know I talk about the same rap
But I'm so sick of this name tag on this damn badge
Sick 'cause I cannot make stacks, I can't stay trapped
Working for this damn company
Going overtime, not enough money
But I still grind on my dreams
Them flashy suits can't f*ck with me
Now CAGE 86 head honcho
Built it up from the ground though
Going higher than the Mount Olympus
Rain hell on 'em get poncho
I'm aware it ain't like that yet but I believe in the law of attraction
When I reminisce in the next years
I'll say "I knew that I'd get here, bitch"
Sam Claudio - Dementia: The Sequel Lyrics
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Going harder this time
Straight up bars
No fancy shit
Let's do it again
Right back 'cause I wanna get the ante up
Hit 'em up with the sequel to Dementia
Ran outta f*cks because I gave too many up
Save your two cents, f*ck your pennies, bruh
I write with the moon, I don't need to rest
Do what it takes to be the best
I was going one way, now I redirect
I ain't lost, don't need GPS
I know right where I'm going
I know right where I'm going
I know right where I'm going (bitch)
I know right where I'm going
My vision is that clear
Been working at it for the past year
Headfirst and I lack fear
Unleash the beast like I'm Cavalier
No leisure for stupid shit
I'm shooting to fame and I'm full equipped
Come so far, I'd be a fool to quit
Like Ludacris I move a bitch
That's for any roadblocks
Although my bars are so hot
These rhymes don't overflow crops
I'll just have to grow stock
By the value of my dope floss
Don't like it? Gimme blowjob
College professor on speed-dial
So when I blow I can show off
No fruit from labor where this man goes
Reiterate I won't get bands though
'Cause I daydream and wear my pants low
Til they see me pull up in that Lambo
I will be far, travel worldwide
Swim in Hawaii, lunch in Dubai
The only stress will be choosing my ride
Should I get black, the blue, or the white?
Damn, damn
I just really don't understand how they get
Mad, mad
'Cause they'll know I'll be the man, it ain't even outta
Hand, hand
But I know it's part of the plan, 'cause if they like
That, that
Then I am on the right path
Listen I'm mad broke, I've seen the bottom
My same problems my neighbors got 'em
They hear the bass from the KRK
And they know I'm plotting to chase them dollars
And I know I talk about the same rap
But I'm so sick of this name tag on this damn badge
Sick 'cause I cannot make stacks, I can't stay trapped
Working for this damn company
Going overtime, not enough money
But I still grind on my dreams
Them flashy suits can't f*ck with me
Now CAGE 86 head honcho
Built it up from the ground though
Going higher than the Mount Olympus
Rain hell on 'em get poncho
I'm aware it ain't like that yet but I believe in the law of attraction
When I reminisce in the next years
I'll say "I knew that I'd get here, bitch"
Straight up bars
No fancy shit
Let's do it again
Right back 'cause I wanna get the ante up
Hit 'em up with the sequel to Dementia
Ran outta f*cks because I gave too many up
Save your two cents, f*ck your pennies, bruh
I write with the moon, I don't need to rest
Do what it takes to be the best
I was going one way, now I redirect
I ain't lost, don't need GPS
I know right where I'm going
I know right where I'm going
I know right where I'm going (bitch)
I know right where I'm going
My vision is that clear
Been working at it for the past year
Headfirst and I lack fear
Unleash the beast like I'm Cavalier
No leisure for stupid shit
I'm shooting to fame and I'm full equipped
Come so far, I'd be a fool to quit
Like Ludacris I move a bitch
That's for any roadblocks
Although my bars are so hot
These rhymes don't overflow crops
I'll just have to grow stock
By the value of my dope floss
Don't like it? Gimme blowjob
College professor on speed-dial
So when I blow I can show off
No fruit from labor where this man goes
Reiterate I won't get bands though
'Cause I daydream and wear my pants low
Til they see me pull up in that Lambo
I will be far, travel worldwide
Swim in Hawaii, lunch in Dubai
The only stress will be choosing my ride
Should I get black, the blue, or the white?
Damn, damn
I just really don't understand how they get
Mad, mad
'Cause they'll know I'll be the man, it ain't even outta
Hand, hand
But I know it's part of the plan, 'cause if they like
That, that
Then I am on the right path
Listen I'm mad broke, I've seen the bottom
My same problems my neighbors got 'em
They hear the bass from the KRK
And they know I'm plotting to chase them dollars
And I know I talk about the same rap
But I'm so sick of this name tag on this damn badge
Sick 'cause I cannot make stacks, I can't stay trapped
Working for this damn company
Going overtime, not enough money
But I still grind on my dreams
Them flashy suits can't f*ck with me
Now CAGE 86 head honcho
Built it up from the ground though
Going higher than the Mount Olympus
Rain hell on 'em get poncho
I'm aware it ain't like that yet but I believe in the law of attraction
When I reminisce in the next years
I'll say "I knew that I'd get here, bitch"
Writer: Sam Claudio
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