Bang this one out your speaker/ Larry pass me the liter/ I’m hotter than a stolen heater/ someone find my beater
Good, got it, now I go/ out the window with flows/ down the fire escape/ call him, call him Dire Straits
First single, MTV/ dot com, don’t envy me/ we get bigger by day, we get higher by night/ Tru beats em with the beats until they’re too tired to fight/ catch me on my two jobs like I’m Gombers, I’m grinding for life
Dreams and Dreams
That’s what I live by
Dreams and Dreams
That’s what I die for/ yall bight, incisor
I’m on my 5,4/ 3,2,1 better lift off/ better watch be easy when we get off
I tip toe on to the beat, I creep like the bass in the background/ after all of these years, all of these fears, look where I’m at now/ I hurt em bad, Friday night, call it Smackdown/ Bam Bam on the beat, bigelow the track down/ think you know my raps now?/ come back in a half a year/ when I ran a few miles with a new style and the same pabst beer/ this is real life, no test son, no pap smear/ motherfuck a visine, my Vision’s that clear
Big Quarters, Be Easy/ catch this free cd/ can’t beat these prices/ my smoke weed rises/ thru the canopy of my city/ the jungle keeps me humble/ reminds me everytime that I stumble
To get it in/ to get it in my homie/ to get it in girlfriend/ to get it in/ they seeing me at the bar, they asking me where I been/ I’m chilling with Medium/ I’m doing Vision the Kid
Dreams and Dreams
That’s what I live by
Dreams and Dreams
That’s what I die for
I’m on my my my my 5,4/ 3,2,1 better lift off…
Broke the back of the beat down to lift me up/ I’m on top of the mushroom cloud with nunchucks/ I’m Chuck Berry meets Chuck Norris I upchuck/ words like sorority birds on too much wood chuck/ like you should shut the fuck up/ like you ever created something/ don’t talk to me about music/ I couldn’t not do this/ that’s something you won’t understand/ like giving birth if you a motherfucking man

Medium Zach: Snap back on command stand up comedian/ kicking back different hat different medium/Similac feeding em/ easy son, not your dad but I got the spot to crash if your needing one/ just jokes bus home can’t visit or come close/down couple rum Cokes try kick it and stub toes/ unload junk clothes can't fit ‘em I jump rope/ cutthroat cups full optimistic I must know/ trunk full/ bump knucks with the front row/ Noam the Drummer, me and my brother put on a fun show/ plus, rocking our version of the cold crush/ gold rush look more like a dust bowl so/ hard to find, on my grind like I lost my mind/ pour the coffee before I pour the Bacardi lime/ I’m 28 but I party like I’m 29/ what's on the cake besides the frosting and the dotted line?/ my name in cursive so I blow ‘em out and make a wish/ paid commission percentages for lacing kicks/ plane is lifting few sedatives I'm taking trips/ making kids without making kids, be patient/ never hallucinated/ the thought I entertained it/ already too often sleep walking wearing shoes and naked/ wakin’ in my basement/ whole time it was taping?/ make sure I click save so you can play it

Dreams and dreams/ that’s what I live by/ dreams and dreams/ that’s what I die for