lean in my cup

Here’s a rap song about drugs that dives deep into the gritty reality — the highs, the lows, the lifestyle, and the consequences. It’s raw, real, and hits hard. 🎤 Title: “Dope Dreams” (Verse 1) Started with a gram, now I’m movin’ by the brick, Was broke in the gutter, now I’m stackin’ it quick. Mixin’ pain with the hustle, that powder my art, I ain’t proud of the route, but I played my part. Late nights baggin’, razor to the plate, Tryna dodge feds, tryna dodge fate. Momma said, “Son, that path gon’ burn,” But I ain't listen — I had to earn. Whip in the pot, that snow don’t melt, Every hit I sold felt like wealth. But the fiends got faces I can't unsee, And the mirror show a monster that look like me. (Hook) 💊 Dope dreams, dirty money, fast life, Tryna numb pain, runnin' red lights. Highs so loud, lows too deep, In the game too long, now I can't sleep. Dope dreams — devil in my ride, Tryna make it out, but I’m trapped inside. Fast cash fade, but the scars stay real, Only thing that talk now is that vacuum seal. (Verse 2) I seen good kids turn ghost off a pill, Seen a man sell his soul for a lil' thrill. This the land where the hope get crushed, Where the lean in the cup