I Just Wanna Be - The Game, Stat Quo, Sap

So, close

But so, far away

I just wanna be a dreamer

I just wanna be a king

I just wanna give us

I just wanna be me,

I just wanna be free

I just wanna be

I just wanna be

I just wanna be

Put on my Dre Beats when I don’t wanna hear the world talkin'

The walls closing in, the studio feel like a coffin

But I resurrect myself every time like I’m Jesus

Rather walk on water in the streets niggas dying for Yeezy’s

Niggas sleeping outside for them J’s know how it feel to be homeless even if

its just for a day

Some of us bow our heads down when we pray, some of us bow our heads down so

you can miss us with a stray

I grew up with DeSean let that young nigga play

Turn to run a slant let the bullet fly Zimmerman’s way

I did it Eminem’s way, when I was sitting with Dre

It was Aftermath or die then, Busta told me ride in

Snoop told me if you a dragon go spit that fire then

Game of thrones, I made my home inside that lion’s den

And all my enemies I don’t know where to find them

But me I got like nine in

The son of Maya Angelou and Martin Luther

But my daddy was a crackhead, my mom was a booster

Born in the belly of Medusa with the killers and the three time losers

These cops pursue us, thug gangs recruit us, to carry on some torch,

they were taught, would improve us

As the system maneuvers, they just feed us manure

They living in paradise, we shoot it out in the sewer

I call myself Stat to remind myself not to be a statistic

As the kush get twisted my consciousness get lifted

We party with devils, digging graves with dull shovels

Diamonds on my bezel my grind on some other level

I’m subtle but won’t settle, all black clothes

They say Stat you too ghetto, my pen wrapped in turbans

My bombs, bass and treble

Fell asleep in hell, I woke up living my dreams

I’m a rebel

I just wanna be a

Dreamer, I see all these things with my eyes closed

Woke up to reality, actually in fly clothes

Life is such a gamble, I’m proof that the odds roll

So anything we planning we do it colossal

Hurt people that I know was dreamers, which means that just makes my grind

meaner

Let me turn my rhymes into a time machine and remind the people

How dope these lines can be when you’re tryna reach the higher league

You seem to bleed through the soul to the choir speakers

I am preaching, to the younger nigga I used to be

And usually it’s just inspiration that you can use to be

Bigger than the world in a world where you are user free

But still you live off of so much more than what you used to see

But who the fuck am I kidding, this shit is even new to me (word)

I got with Game, I got in the game, and I could chew a piece of this fresh

cooked filet, I could eat it every day

But I swear this the beginning, I be dreaming every day