Rolex Dreams - Verb T, Illinformed, Leaf Dog

So how many rappers break through when they’re 32?

Maybe a few?

I guess I am where I am

Yeah

See when I was younger, I used to want all that shit

The money and the fame

I used to put on a beat and I used to say shit like this

Listen

I want a rolex, a nice car

I’m gonna make money and I’m gonna go far

I want a mansion, some mean chicks

I’m gonna get famous and I’m gonna be rich

Man I’m gonna make so much dough that I can waste it

Sit around the house with the crew getting wasted

Basement swimming pool, every chick thinks I’m cool

Aw shit, I was planning all of this in school

Chefs in the kitchen, they’re cooking gourmet

Your girl says that my vocal tone is foreplay

You want a bike?

Watch out for my Porsche, mate

I just bought it, you pricks can’t afford it

Used to have holes in my clothes, had to stitch it up

Now I’m popping tags and I’m dressed like Scissortongue

(Um) Don’t think that that’s a diss cause it isn’t, son

I’m just tryna eat some weird foods and live it up

I might become a vegan like Fliptrix

Be healthy for a while, then I might switch shit

Got money for anything in the world I like

Now I just want to sniff white, where’s Dirty Dike?

(Cocaine) Maybe him, Jam Baxter on an acid trip

Guys, if I can have a tab, yeah, that would do fabulous

I’m throwing money away, so let me seize the day

Head stay smokey like Leaf Dog and BVA

Yo, I used to want a big whip 'round the town riding

It’s ironic, cause now, I’m shit scared of driving

Used to want a bitch that suck me off at the show

But she’s the same hoe I found in every town that I go

Use to dreams of making dough, free cycles on the grow

L.docter green farm with his own seed to sow

Getting paid for a show, getting signed by a label, without having to eat the

few crumbs off the table

I’m able, people saying my future ain’t stable

He’s too nasal, shouts too much, so we can’t play you

Okay, understand that nobody will make you

Back in the days, would send my CDs out trying to break through

You don’t need the industry, you need people

The fans are the best bit, the rest is deceitful

If you’re tryna be like this, then here’s the preview

Most of it is just a myth and never been true

«By the standards of his profession is an aging, over-the-hill relic of what

was, and who now sees a reflection of a man who has left too many pieces of his

youth in too many stadiums for too many years before too many screaming people»