Acres (feat. The Dream)

Annotate the-dream:

Trouble world, trouble child

Trouble times destroyed my smile

No change of heart, no change of mind

You can take what's yours but you gon' leave what's mine

I'd rather die, than go home

I'd rather die, than go home

And I ain't leaving without my 40 acres

Unpolished, unapologetic

This cocaine cowboy pushed it to the limit

You thought tony in that cell would've made us timid

We found his old cell, bitch, we searchin' through the digits

Anything spanish, got me speaking spanglish

Money universal, that's the only language

The dream ain't die, only some real niggas

We was born to mothers who couldn't deal with us

Left by fathers who wouldn't build with us

I had both mine home, let's keep it real niggas

My better half chose the better path, applaud him

Younger brother me a spoiled child, I fought him

I heard that the devil's new playground is boredom

The california top just falls back like autumn

And they say I'm on the verge of winning

I claim victory when malice on the verge of sinning

Old habits die hard

That rainy day bag buried in the backyard

It's heaven for a hustler, no graveyards

Cause stand up niggas don't lie on no floors

Much rather burns us, ashes to ashes

Mix us with the powder, sell us to the masses

We gon' keep it tight, rip it out the plastic

Now you celebrate motherfuckers raise your glasses

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Unpolished, unapologetic

Might have broke a heart or two but gave an honest effort

My nonchalant attitude is always fuck it

35 Years of marriage and my momma left it

You shouldn't question if you ever stood a chance with him

The better question is did you enjoy the dance with him

(Yughh!) I'll probably never pull you chair out, bitch

You know this money grew your hair out, switch

All that shit I bought you wear out

Rich, and I'm the only one I care about

Place none above me, god don't like ugly

Hate me or love me, only he can judge me

Unpolished, unapologetic

Big willie with the blow, niggas, I am legend

School of hard knock, I attended

Selling hard rock, fuck who I offended

I was a goner, punished by karma

Called him tar baby now he’s transcending genres

The 911 came with the ass shots

A toothless crackhead was the mascot

The owner of the key to that padlock

I’m jordan vs cavs for the last shot

I need all mine, reparations

We growin' poppy seeds on my 40 acres

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