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So my ns said we had to do it 1st
Imma show you how to make a dream work
Top of the line execution hit a nerve
Sh*t so believable like is this Jesus' work
So my ns said we had to do it 1st
Imma show you how to make a dream work
Top of the line execution hit a nerve
Sh*t so believable like is this Jesus' work

Jah Jr. playrandy savage
I'm a god that's into goddesses that's into fashion
Baby She a baddie. Eat her rice and cabbage
Stay away from petty women cuz them h*es be actin
I'm a dubside na I ain't never had sh*t
Out the mud boy I came from the bottom like pallets
Just a country na with a dream of livin lavish
I'm a pet peeve to these ns I know they can't stand me
Eating healthy with my boo thang
Ns gettin mad cuz we do thangs
Sit and watch they whole mood change
True colors showing like a mood ring
Like the world trade ns two plain (plane)
Mad cuz I'm hot, na touché
Give me my flowers that's a bouquet
This a big hit Bobby Boucher
Got a new bae and she ride for me
This is why she on the side of me
Baby girl know I'm the sh*t
Plus I'm in my bag like it's a colostomy
Sorry it's the Jah in me
A god is what I gotta be so
Don't ask for forgiveness I ain't lookin for apologies
BH (Hoe)

So my ns said we had to do it 1st
Imma show you how to make a dream work
Top of the line execution hit a nerve
Sh*t so believable like is this Jesus' work
So my ns said we had to do it 1st
Imma show you how to make a dream work
Top of the line execution hit a nerve
Sh*t so believable like is this Jesus' work

I did it 1st and they following na
Bae on my line now she callin a na
Fk on yo bh she gon swallow my children
He in his feelings I'm sorry lil na
I got the drip you can't copy lil na
I'm on my sh*t like I gotta be na
We don't take losses I gotta be winnin'
This money is evil I'm walkin with demons
Young na from the East
Straight out the M-U-D aye
Reppin that D-U-B
I put that on my B-A-C-K
No I ain't givin no leeway
No handouts ain't nothing free aye
I'm kickin st like East Bay
Fk yo mane rock with me baby
I'm on a whole nother wave you might sink in it
Ns say we not gettin paid what was you thinkin?
I put my whole gang at the table now we eatin
We live the lifestyle that you ns be dreamin
I'm tryin to ride that Benz Coupe
I don't hang got no friends no
Only my brothers yeah my bros
Light em up like a port you don't want this smoke
Tennis bracelet filled up with stones
Tight chain on hope I don't choke
Laugh to the bank this cash no joke
Run it up fast you slow poke

So my ns said we had to do it 1st
Imma show you how to make a dream work
Top of the line execution hit a nerve
Sh*t so believable like is this Jesus' work
So my ns said we had to do it 1st
Imma show you how to make a dream work
Top of the line execution hit a nerve
Sh*t so believable like is this Jesus' work



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Writer(s): Jah Jr.
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