Piff Marti - Lucid Lyrics

You control your dreams
You control your dreams
You control your dreams
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You control your dreams
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Bring it home piff, the saying bring it home piff
Sing a song hoping they sing along piff
You'll make it don't listen to A&r piff
I think they all wishing that they the artist
Just put some trust in your intuition and conscious
Get in that booth and start portraying a monster
Everybody knows like Beyoncé and Solange is
You don't play at all you just be playing your part piff
Take it slow because life isn't a contest
Focus only on the things of importance
I'm talking bout your jawn, your mother and your sis
Bullshit should small as New York apartments
Dont get yourself involved with worrying about a job
New rappers that's getting on them niggas is garbage
Just focus on the stars and live in the moment
And Understand that positive thinking Harmless
Cause life gets as funny as Khadi Don is
Go through it regardless, don't move from a conflict
And Do it for yourself shit do it for Harlem
I'm done talking, talk piff

I define essence, apply pressure while they side stepping
Shit I'll be dying if I mess with my blessing
Cuz It get deeper than a trifecta by Stephen
And I deliver word to imessage
5'5 but in my mind, I'm a giant, a prime legend
Head in the clouds. I can eye heaven
And I was clouded by doubt but see now I learned my lesson
I know that my word is my weapon
Cause when they down, they be hating where you be at
Word to Nashville I tend to see that
Why you playing victim? They gon run over your weak ass
Hating ass niggas need a pillow for their knee caps
Stay true and don't be mad
Yea I tend to preach that
But Sometimes Niggas act like smile is a weakness
Sometimes I'm too nice, and they try leech that
Sometimes my punchlines should be real fists and beat ass
I laugh. You looking at that. You missing your chance
I brag, you getting so mad, you get in your bag
I can't. You niggas just ranting with no advance
No plan you talk about bands. Man get off your ass
Go on with this and that. Talking just as bad
Flaunting plenty cash but naw it your last
You out here thinking you Chris Paul you get no pass
I guess it cool til karma get yo ass
I'm just using the music to put some bread in my pockets
I hate it when they tell me to reconsider my options
Telling me kids don't listen to lyrics. Don't be to conscious
Or just cause I'm from Harlem expect me to say some fly shit
Like please. Who gon tell the truth then?
One time for the rass clot yoot dem
They so misunderstood and ya'll rebuke them
And if they put their hands up don't shoot them
Piff

You control your dreams
You control your dreams
You control your dreams
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You control your dreams
Yeah yeah yeah yeah