Music Video
454 Interview | Frank Ocean, 'CASTS OF A DREAMER,' Skating, DJing & More!
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
454
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Willie Wilson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
joy
Producer
Lyrics
Unload on that block, he got to sprayin'
Killed my boy in transition, thought he was the man
He didn't fit the description, but I fit the plan
And I really didn't care to listen, screamin' "Fuck the man"
Oh no, why my dreams even go that way?
Epiphanies, flippin' scenes, got me [over plates?]
Situations can get crazy if you not thinking straight
I'm sliding, in some 2-inch rated rims overweight
Hallucinating when I'm blowin' lonely in a empty place
My daddy died, I swear to God, it left a empty space
We all got trauma, it be hard to move it out the way
Shout out to my momma, that's my motherfucking rock today
Venicians in the Hummer, same year, the one from '98
I dream about that house up on the hill, right off a private lake
I can see the look up on they face and tell these **** snakes
Dustin' every jake, approach the game, you know the great escape
First they started skatin', ever since I just been out the way
It's all about that patience, discipline what get a **** paid
Talk about locations in the end it get you center stage
That life without probation, no restriction, movin' like a weight
Caught up in that system, every day they treat you like a slave
Always play the victim, never know how to just break away
Never did I think that my own blood would ever sow the hate
I seen him in that spotlight, that ain't my dog, we don't associate
Unload on that block, they got to sprayin'
Killed my boy in transition, thought he was the man
He didn't fit the description, but I fit the plan
And I really didn't care to listen, screamin' "Fuck the man"
Oh no, why my dreams even go that way?
Epiphanies, flippin' scenes, got me [over plates?]
Situations can get crazy if you not demonstrate
I'm sliding in some two-inch rated rims overweight
Hallucinating when I'm blowin' lonely in a empty place
My daddy died, I swear to God, it left a empty space
We all got trauma it be hard to move it out the way
Shout out to my momma, that's my motherfucking rock today
Written by: Willie Wilson
