"Busting In, Pt. 2" lyrics

Fuckin' daddy
Mm, uh, uh
There's no time to chill, I'm tryna get [?]
No time to chill, I'm tryna [?]
Yo, ay
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It all started with a dream, a dollar and a passion
A little bit of visions of those high-end fashions
And then it all ends, were losing all hope, but with the same thought that that shit'll be dope
So it's murder I wrote, all up on the notepad, lookin' at this verse, prayin' that these people don't laugh
Cause I'm like, I'm just prayin' that they feel that, like, I'm just prayin' that I kill that
And now I'm so lost, I wanna know the cost, of endin' up livin' like a goddamn boss
Is it all worth it, livin' that dream, or is that fast life not everythin' it seems?
I just wanna do me, and try to get better, a new false hope from a new vendetta
They say to get ahead when you get a little bread, 'cause the people gon' change like the goddamn weather
They're lyin' to you, take a look homie, we should all know
They gon' try to hang you up, like they got a rope, and then they pull that shit tight, 'till you 'bouta choke
You ain't gotta tell me, you preachin' to the pope
And as I look up in the sky, I'm thinkin' why the Tupac and Biggie had to die like
I'm just prayin' that they feel that, like, I'm just prayin' that they killed that, yeah

Hinh
What up?
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It all started with a dream
Dollar and a passion
It all started with a dream