Rapstar Dreamz
So they
Down talk me
cause my
Rap star dreams
Say i wont succeed
Cause i run these streets
In a drop top beam
When i serve
To the fiens
And I'll lye 6 deep
Before my kids dont eat
Streets turned
My heart cold
Buh bitch
Im standn on
These ten toes
To pay
One lawyer
Sold my benzo
The streets will never be the same
Dont live by street code
And you can book
And chop dem niggas
But you still told
And i be Prayin for niggas
Locked
Or dead now
Niggas seen me
Riding with everyday
Aint my mans now
Grindng dropping
Hit after hit
Just before
I face trial
I jus put my city
On my back
Dis how da field sound
Bitch niggas
Said i wouldn't
Make it
Now you love me
Why you faking
N i came up
From hittng licks
So if you got it
Ima take it
Momma kick me out the house
Was sneakn
Sleepn in da basement
You called the cops
On your fuckn son
I was just a kid
You let em take me
So yea my mommy
Never loved me
And my daddy was a custy
Was sellin rocks
And fucking thots
And Jackn ockys
For they skullys
Seven deep at chinese spots
Eat chicken wit my bruddies
Spin da block
Im sorry my friend
Now get down on ya belly
So they
Down talk me
Cause my
Rap star dreams
Say i wont succeed
Cause i run these streets
In a drop top beam
When i serve
To the fiens
And I'll lye 6 deep
Before my kids dont eat
Down talk me
cause my
Rap star dreams
Say i wont succeed
Cause i run these streets
In a drop top beam
When i serve
To the fiens
And I'll lye 6 deep
Before my kids dont eat
Streets turned
My heart cold
Buh bitch
Im standn on
These ten toes
To pay
One lawyer
Sold my benzo
The streets will never be the same
Dont live by street code
And you can book
And chop dem niggas
But you still told
And i be Prayin for niggas
Locked
Or dead now
Niggas seen me
Riding with everyday
Aint my mans now
Grindng dropping
Hit after hit
Just before
I face trial
I jus put my city
On my back
Dis how da field sound
Bitch niggas
Said i wouldn't
Make it
Now you love me
Why you faking
N i came up
From hittng licks
So if you got it
Ima take it
Momma kick me out the house
Was sneakn
Sleepn in da basement
You called the cops
On your fuckn son
I was just a kid
You let em take me
So yea my mommy
Never loved me
And my daddy was a custy
Was sellin rocks
And fucking thots
And Jackn ockys
For they skullys
Seven deep at chinese spots
Eat chicken wit my bruddies
Spin da block
Im sorry my friend
Now get down on ya belly
So they
Down talk me
Cause my
Rap star dreams
Say i wont succeed
Cause i run these streets
In a drop top beam
When i serve
To the fiens
And I'll lye 6 deep
Before my kids dont eat
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Higgins
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