Puppet Master

I wanted to be real, wanted to be real
I'm the winner but I feel like a victim
Graduated from the situation, found a solution
Smoking on the pollution, all black suit
Black gloves, just like a Hitman
Trash Star Boys, falling asleep in a coffin
Wake up, drinking coffee
I get to it often, might get to it this morning
Prada boots on, look like some Jordans
I'm playing, I'm scoring
DG, Nike, they supporting
Trash star blade on me, I'm swording
In bed when I'm wielding
Knife in my heart but man **** how I'm feeling
Can't look at me, you're dreaming
Can't even see me when you are sleeping
Black Volvo, we're creeping
I had ups and downs but it's falling into place
I feel love from God when you look me in my face
I had dreams of life that were lost in empty space
I had almost drowned if I didn't **** with that drain
I had four, five strikes, at the sixth I lost my ways
I'm the puppeteer, put my puppets into play
Wanted to be real, wanted to be real
Wanted to be real