Sweet, sweet, dreamer X2      from your boy escobar and big R      check it, low profile, rap style, slick as new nile   give the crew pounds everytime we cover new grounds   still survivin but theres a few down back in the essense   im asking questions on the phone with jail adolessents    quiet confessons, the systems applying the pressure   my mind is guessin is livin and dyin a lesson   but not to obliged by the mirrage of cars   take me off track from which the gods focus on hard   laid up smokin cigars, motion and maids    to bring me toast and eggs coture, ice choker and worlds to smoke ya   my beauty bitches lives in oochie madness    devoted coach bag bitch   up the average niggas hopes to get mad rich   but whats the purpose only the gods can watch the earth twist   i'm physically trapped down on the surface   snakes and serpants,... clowns with four pounds that save the circus