Requiem Of Blue - Blu & Exile, Blu, Exile

Ayo, '83, LA and me, just Shay and me, just Jay and me

My grandma used to stay with me, my grandpa used to pray for me

Lord, I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep

That if I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take, uh

I always thought that was bold to say

'Til one day my cousin Marty taught me how to hold a K

Smoking Js, stolen Js, growing hood, throwing trays

No one knew little Trey would make it out the Js

Made it out the city, never made it out to Egypt

But I probably take you with me if you ride to Vegas with me

Crush the luxe lush, do a deluxe luxury suite

Roast a duck on the bed by my feet, fuck off the street

Can’t talk, roll the leaf, hash, shisha, blow the tree

Super 60 billion miles off of feet and touch the beat like a G

Got a dream for every word on the page

(Now I can go on for days and days)

Just dream, dream, dream

And wish upon a star, far away from where you are

One day we’ll have a ball

Ayo, '88, I saw the streets, I saw the gold, I saw my soul

I saw and I was sold

As a king to one day need a throne, need a home that I can own

That I can only call my own and do it all on my own

A lesson to the predecessor or the great depressor

After the Great Depression, the peasants begging for blessings

The promise of better morals,

The common out of the gesture can catch it and redirect it

She never wanted the money, fame or the fancy people

Vehicles out of Sicily, silly of me to mix up

I’m a mix of black, Indian, and white I am American stripes like a Parisian

I’m pleased to meet you in Greece again

'09 we was in our prime

Had youngins chopping onions, Kid Cudi’s Day 'n' Nite

Out in Vigo, now a wino throw a C note on a couple classic people

And some vinyl from the time I say the rhyme about the eagle, I be legal

No tax, no debts, and no thievos

Just stats to make it all feel regal

But what do I know, I got more dreams and words on the page

(I can go on for days and days)

Just dream, dream, dream

And wish upon a star, far away from where you are

One day we’ll have a ball

Dream, dream

Just dream, dream, dream

Ayo, '91 was grimey son, '92 was grimey too

'93 was grime to me and '94 was grime to you

'95 was mighty nice, '96, timeless shit

'97, slice of heaven like a '98 Bentely

And I started getting mine at 1−9-9−9 with the shine

2000 break the spine in '07, oh heaven

Blessed be the child that made it out without the MAC-11

Stack stacking my blessings

And as far as those roaming in space

Tell God make space for the trap rappers in heaven, uh

I got more dreams and words on the page

(I can go on for days and days)

Just dream, dream, dream

Dream, dream