[Verse 1]
I'm talking with a homie whom I haven't seen in a while
He's got blow on the plate, I've chosen a different path
Yo, homie and drugs on the block's stairwell
Although he acquired that stuff for thirty, he sniffs it through a hundred
Another one throws it for three, although it's not a basketball
He doesn't talk about problems anymore since he has them near his nose
Constant beef with those who are shit at rapping
They've been at it for so long, that they don't give a fuck
And when I look at mainstream, I see nothing but clones
Quebo forgot to wear a rubber when hе was leading this rap scene
I don't sprinklе sugar like homies who spill powder on a tray
Nothing dragged me in like rap, therefore I became a golden shot
They say I'm a kid because I laugh at stupid things all the time
But how can you be serious when you can get arrested for carrying a gram
I keep playing dumb although you can call it however you like
I'm not the Spider-Man and Mary keeps me awake at nights
I ain't a superhero, constant screw-ups and plans always get burned here
Although the ignition of Johnny Storm exceeds that scale
They say that I'm finished, what? but who because I don't even know
You can't see anything around here, I always do it alone
Warsaw Shore generation, youngsters don't respect the rules
A teen whores and uses her idol as an excuse
Then a black march starts, propagating strong slogans
Although she doesn't know what is going on, that's how she'll get rid of the bastard
[Chorus]
I keep thinking about the same things
Nobody will prevent us from dreaming
I keep thinking about the same things
Nobody will prevent us from dreaming
[Verse 2]
Here, every second new-school head says he's fucking this scene
You have drawn lines that have crossed you
You say you are high up, what? under a chandelier
Loosen the pseudo tie because you got a little stiffened up
And don't write a line on me because I will write a diss and publish it
This is how the life of someone who wanted to be on the top ends
Alright, that's the end of them, there is no need to get my tongue dirty
Although when I burn this scene, you can lick the ashes from it
Have you watched VHS? I collect this shit at home
Then I make the weak mc's watch it, that's how I level them up
Only aces up my sleeve, call me the Gambit lad
I use them to make bumps, that's how you listen to the lines from speakers
Constant drug relations must get you addicted nigga
Enjoy it while it's free, I'll take cash for a cd later on
Polo not kevlar, weed not syrup bitch
Today I rock on the stage as if I was entering the hood
[Chorus]
I keep thinking about the same things
Nobody will prevent us from dreaming
I keep thinking about the same things
Nobody will prevent us from dreaming