If what you said, you're looking at stars in the moon.
Shoo, shoo.
Listen, shoo.
I'll get you some more stuff then.
I'll get you some more stuff then.
You ain't seen me on X Factor.
I got a dream that I best catch up.
The name adds, I'm a dream catch up.
One love to my people who beat cancer.
I'm still living life in the fast lane.
Skipping lights all the time like a car game.
I'm not stopping.
I was popping.
Got to chase my dream till it stops running.
Dr. Lee's ain't resting.
My phone's tapped out and it hasn't been wrestling.
I've got love ones I need to invest in.
Gang through hell won't stop till I bless them.
And Gassu's back with a space flow.
Breathing the trees with ease on the main road.
Me and my dream on the stage show.
No sign of how far my way to a rainbow.
This is for the 90s, babies.
With me, baby.
T-Work, cooperation.
Dreamwork, motivation.
This is for the 90s, babies.
With me, baby.
T-Work, cooperation.
Dreamwork, motivation.
That's what you make it.
Don't waste it.
If you get that chance, best take it.
What?
Cut it, don't come for many.
I've had nights wishing I could come and tell you.
Team chase and I don't come from Philly.
Political peacock come from Bricky.
You know if I blow your rolling with me,
I ain't leaving and so you silly.
That's right.
We all gon' fly.
Let's fight to that flag.
Mark all bills and bills I don't lack.
I'm once Lil P, back then in 05.
I just turned 18.
And I've grown overnight.
That's right.
R.I.P. Josie.
He passed away and left rich, the lonely.
I miss when he used to ping and phone me.
We sue me up, my homie.
This is for the 90s, babies.
With me, baby.
T-Work, cooperation.
Dreamwork, motivation.
This is for the 90s, babies.
With me, baby.
T-Work, cooperation.
Dreamwork, motivation.
Tell them, tell them about our pain.
Tell them how they left us locked out in the rain.
Being true to pain, I ain't needing to fame.
If I ever get rich, you won't see me again.
I think it's time that we waving the wind.
I think it's time that we waving the wind.
Trapped in slavery, caged in the bins.
Trapped in slavery, aiming to win.
Saying bad to my haters, hide to my fans.
Faints for the past, I wouldn't start it again.
90s, babies, 90s, reason.
We don't really care about the 1980s.
We don't hear a thing, it's like our minds all crazy.
Real windy, word on Sydney.
You ain't gotta be odd, live life wavy.
You only live life once, this chance might save.
See if you ever see me in the flesh.
See in my eyes that I'm feeling the stress.
I'm calm in my room, it's just me in the session.
Dreams of a star in this world full of mess.
I hope that this pride won't lead me to death.
When I last forever, I've got dreams on my head.
So I'm in it to a healthy, wealthy living.
No point crying if you ain't got the visions.
This is for the 90s, babies.
Winning, wavy, teamwork, cooperation.
Dreamwork, motivation.
This is for the 90s, babies.
Winning, wavy, teamwork, cooperation.
Dreamwork, motivation.
Winning, wavy, winning, wavy.
Winning, wavy, that's right, that's right, that's right.
Winning, wavy, winning, uh, wavy.
Winning, wavy, yeah.
Shut up.
