Dream
Dey said I can't do forreal
Butchu kno dat I'm in it forreal
You niggas better watch wat u saying
Cause allat dat shit get u killed
My niggas dey be ina field
Be cautious dey toting da steal
You kno we don't talk to police
If dey come around my mouth is sealed
And bitch I ain't signing no deal
Unless dat shit wit da mills
Ya mans keep running his mouth
I suggest you tell homeboy to chill
Dis trapping be paying my bills
But I'm tryna bring in dem meals
Dis rap shit I'm taking it over
Dis dream dat I got is forreal
I ain't never like school
Man dat shit was to phony
I was always skipping class
All da teachers dey kno me
We had our lor team
It was me and my homies
Til dem niggas started changing
Now I be by my lonely
Mama put me in dat hooping shit
I ain't have a passion
And den I start watching videos
Seen myself rapping
My mans said i was nice
He ain't have to tell me twice
So I got a pen and paper
And all night I used to write
Tryna tell you niggas
Man dis deeper than rap
I needa a couple mill or more
Wit my fam on my back
And I made me a pack
Dat I'm never goin quit
Cuz once I start dis shit
I need sum benjis from dis shit
I need sum henny in dis bitch
Don't bring no Remy in dis bitch
And I got my brova wit me
Brought his semi in dis bitch
You boy ain't ready for dis shit
My niggas heavy wit dis shit
Not Killa but don't push me
Cuz I swear I ain't goin miss
Yea my ignorance a bliss
Yea i said it's fuck you bitch
Niggas always talkin down but I bet
Dey won't do shit
I'm wit my niggas
I won't switch
Give a fuck a bout a bitch
I'm tryna get dis money up
So my grandkids goin be rich
I got some top shelf
And dem sales order up
I need straight money
Cuz no short is enough
I get hand cramps
Wen a nigga count up
You needa stop lying
And just get ya weight up
Dese niggas ain't like me
I stay in my lane
Smoking on gas
Got me high as a plane
Ya bitch wanna fuck me
Said you is da blame
You talk about niggas
You pussy you lame
I don't fuck wit cops
Won't say shit to da law
I don't needa blicky
Go straight in ya jaw
I'm lookin real icey
I'm rocking da raw
Dey grab me for questions
Won't say what I saw
Butchu kno dat I'm in it forreal
You niggas better watch wat u saying
Cause allat dat shit get u killed
My niggas dey be ina field
Be cautious dey toting da steal
You kno we don't talk to police
If dey come around my mouth is sealed
And bitch I ain't signing no deal
Unless dat shit wit da mills
Ya mans keep running his mouth
I suggest you tell homeboy to chill
Dis trapping be paying my bills
But I'm tryna bring in dem meals
Dis rap shit I'm taking it over
Dis dream dat I got is forreal
I ain't never like school
Man dat shit was to phony
I was always skipping class
All da teachers dey kno me
We had our lor team
It was me and my homies
Til dem niggas started changing
Now I be by my lonely
Mama put me in dat hooping shit
I ain't have a passion
And den I start watching videos
Seen myself rapping
My mans said i was nice
He ain't have to tell me twice
So I got a pen and paper
And all night I used to write
Tryna tell you niggas
Man dis deeper than rap
I needa a couple mill or more
Wit my fam on my back
And I made me a pack
Dat I'm never goin quit
Cuz once I start dis shit
I need sum benjis from dis shit
I need sum henny in dis bitch
Don't bring no Remy in dis bitch
And I got my brova wit me
Brought his semi in dis bitch
You boy ain't ready for dis shit
My niggas heavy wit dis shit
Not Killa but don't push me
Cuz I swear I ain't goin miss
Yea my ignorance a bliss
Yea i said it's fuck you bitch
Niggas always talkin down but I bet
Dey won't do shit
I'm wit my niggas
I won't switch
Give a fuck a bout a bitch
I'm tryna get dis money up
So my grandkids goin be rich
I got some top shelf
And dem sales order up
I need straight money
Cuz no short is enough
I get hand cramps
Wen a nigga count up
You needa stop lying
And just get ya weight up
Dese niggas ain't like me
I stay in my lane
Smoking on gas
Got me high as a plane
Ya bitch wanna fuck me
Said you is da blame
You talk about niggas
You pussy you lame
I don't fuck wit cops
Won't say shit to da law
I don't needa blicky
Go straight in ya jaw
I'm lookin real icey
I'm rocking da raw
Dey grab me for questions
Won't say what I saw
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Writer(s): Ima Stay Humble
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