Fake Dream

Show off, Boast, Skyte

To my delight these dont come with fright

You see these rappers thats say look at me

I can make words ryhme that can cause/ commit crime

But when you take them out of the limelight 

they shine as bright as they seem

I dont know what they tripping on 

I hear it's called 

A FAKE DREAM

You'll see how hard it is when you come back to reality.

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