A Fresh Dream

You was poppin' but you can't reload 

Now it's hollow mags 

I'm sleepin' eatin' or in the zone 

No way to relax 

Swear pre they wanna leave me all Malone but Post they say congrats 

I'm shaking hands they tryna speak in codes 

It's x-ray in these glasses 

Slow and sweet these boys molasses

Swear they livin' classless 

You not just being emotional my bro 

Your feelings valid 

Live with motion like me swear to God that he gon' need some patches 

Turn him...ashes 

Channel cosmos through every figure 

I'm tryna keep it realer with myself 

My circle thinner 

This stage ain't no beginners 

Senior-itis 2nd year but vision 

Never been clearer 

And she pretty 

Yea we pretty 

Swear this life is like a mirror 

Smoke still coming from my earlobes

Bliss out here though

When the numbers still was bare low

You was there though 

I was never 'bout the finished product 

We just care to grow 

Swear I'm seeing God in every project 

He in every note 

Never let 'em turn me to a product 

Tryna turn me to a fiend for Balenci and Prada 

Swear that this bigger than dollars 

Swear that this bigger than dollars